The clacking of the keyboard is the only thing you can hear in my room. I have been typing some reports since the morning, and even it was our non-working day. "Alice? May I come in?" I closed a little bit of my laptop and responded, "Yes, mom. What is it?"

　　"Well, you have been working hard lately. I am just worried about you. Do you get enough sleep? Do you still eat enough food?" I knew she would ask something like this. But where was the lie? Perhaps, I put my all into ...