On filial relations, translated…
After work, sometime, I’d buy the supper, or the groceries on my way home. At this time, it’s, already past dusk, and the children are all home, doing their assignments now. I live on the fourth floor, without elevators, I’d rung the doorbell, the door opened, I’d, carried those bags big and small, kept my head down, slowly, climbed up the stairs.
Then suddenly, I’d heard someone coming down, I’d lifted my head, it was, my youngest son, he’d taken the bags from me, and suddenly, my shoulders, no longer felt, heavy anymore.
like this??? 
illustration from online
Sometimes, when my eldest who wasn’t in his cram school sessions was at home, his younger brother, who’s already come down the stairs to help me out, he’d gone upstairs, reminded his brother, “Hey, go downstairs, to help mom out.” Although, my eldest may have, returned home too, as a mother, I’d, intentionally, waited for him, because I wanted him to know, the burdens I was, carrying, so he can, learn to help me shoulder some of the weights too.
Every day I’d rung that doorbell, the door opened, the kids coming down the stairs, it’d become that energy boost I’d needed, from after work, they’d not only helped me shouldered the physical burdens of the groceries, but also, made my heart lighter too, and, I was able, to regain my grace again.
And so, this younger son has the heart, he knew that his mother carried a lot of things on her back, and, he’d, wanted to help her, without being asked to, and that, is a good son.
Life, the Obstacle Course 