My Nephew Into The Meeting
I was teaching a web design lesson through Zoom. Suddenly, my nephew came into my room with a loud voice. I panicked because the classes are my business, not a hobby. My student paid a lesson fee to receive it. I grabbed him then I brought him downstairs and threw him to his mother. I was angry about it but I regretted it because he didn’t know what I did. He just 5 years old yet. I apologized to him after the lesson. I had pepper stuffed with meat, and soured chicken for dinner. I talked to mom and we had instant fried noodles. We talked until 11 p.m then I fell asleep at 1 a.m.
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- My Nephew Into The Meeting I taught a web design lesson through Zoom. Suddenly, my mephistopheles came in my room with loud voice. I panicked because it was business, not hobby. My student pay lesson fee then I receive it. I grubed him then I brought him to downstair and threw him to his mother. I angered about it but I regreted because he didn't know what I do. I apologized him after the lesson. I had grind meat and bellpepper and soured staired chicken for dinner. I talked with-mom-and-we-had-instant-fried-noodles. We talked until 11p.m then I fell asleep at 1a.m.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
