[Writing Composition]

My Most Vivid Memory

　Until age of sixteen, I had been living with my parents who were running a construction company and beauty salon. My mother was a hard worker contrastive to my father who frequently didn't work; therefore, I had to help my mother with her salon and housework.
　Actually, I hated to work at home because I couldn't study enough and play with my friends. Especially, at the end of year and new year, whenever my mother was extremely busy with putting kimono - which is Japanese traditional clothe - on customers, I was forced to help it with my small hands by mother. Of course, I couldn't go out during the end of year and new year; I was jealous of the same ages customers as me.
　If I could remember those days, I felt bitterness; however, the older I got, the more I appreciate my mother since I haven't forgotten how to put on kimono. The bitter experience ripened into the one of my specialties.