On the good beginning and ending of fairy tale writing

"What should I do? The game is tomorrow. Why is there a hole in my clothes today? " I am in a bad mood at the moment. My mother is on a business trip, and my father has never seen him do housework. His busy work makes me seldom communicate with him. I also respect and fear this unsmiling father.

"What are you arguing about? Go to sleep. I think you really don't have to run tomorrow! " My father's voice was a little angry, but I climbed into bed, but I always thought about the dress with holes. In the middle of the night, I got up and gently went to get my sewing. I just opened the door a crack, but I saw my father mending my clothes in the dim light. He put the thread in his mouth and sucked it over and over again. Big drops of sweat dripped down his cheeks to the floor, but his eyes were fixed on the pinhole. I watched his clumsy movements, but my eyes were a little wet.