I vividly remember that turning point in my third grade, when there was a major adjustment in our lives: we started perching in my mother's shop. Since then, that bustling, vibrant shop has become a symbol of our home not only as a place for us to make a living, but also as a symbol of our home. Every day, the busy figure in the store and the endless flow of people are intertwined, forming a picture of hard life, and behind this prosperity, there is a helpless bitterness, which we must face and bear in order to live. Since then, that bustling, vibrant shop has become a symbol of our home not only as a place for us to make a living, but also as a symbol of our home.

The shop occupies the upper and lower floors of a three-story building, and Mom rented two side-by-side stores to merge into one spacious floor. We run our business on the ground floor on busy days, where the bar and mom's bedroom are located. Every morning, I could always see my mother lying there quietly, and the bright light on her tired and serene face made this ordinary ground floor space feel particularly cozy. At the back of the store, a huge boiler sits like a silent monster, adding a strange and warm atmosphere to the home.

At the back door of the store, there is a small courtyard surrounded by red barbed wire. The small yard is full of coals, and each piece of coal is like a story of the future, waiting to be ignited in our daily life, emitting its heat and light.

The basement is divided into two parts: the southern part is the women's bathroom, which is dimly lit but clean; The underside of the northern store is not only a place for us to eat, but also a space to store things, although it is small, but it brings a lot of convenience to our lives.

The south store on the second floor is designed as a men's bathroom, while the north side houses a lounge and my computer room, which is an exclusive space for me to delve into and explore the world of computers, where I have spent many interesting and fulfilling times.

As for the top third floor, where my brother and I slept, the room to the north has become our little kingdom. When night falls, we fall asleep quietly under the moonlight, surrounded by a quiet night, and the starry sky outside the window, this is our home, although small, but full of love and laughter.

At that time, my relationships with some of my friends also began to stabilize. At home, I got acquainted with the kids of my dad's friend. We seem to share many common interests, whether it's sitting in front of a computer or exploring the unknown together, or playing by a puddle with firecrackers.

At school, I always sat in the back row, but because of my size, my friends gathered in the front row. Among them, there is a friend who is in a similar situation to me, who is also part of the twins. I don't know when everyone began to regard him as my "little follower". However, even though I was his "boss", I didn't think of myself as the boss, we just played together. But in the eyes of others, we seem to have formed an invisible hierarchical relationship, which made me appreciate the complexity and subtlety of human relationships for the first time. We used to tease a chubby classmate together at that time, which seemed naughty, but I knew that it was a way for children to interact with each other. Although I am also involved, I always remain a bystander to make sure that things don't get out of hand and cross the border. It was a sense of responsibility and self-discipline that I learned as a child, and although it often made me feel stressed, it also taught me part of how to get along with others.