I feel sorry for you for the first time.

(1)I feel sorry for you for the first time.
(2)My dad works for a mid-sized company for 35 years and prepares to go to work every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday at 6:30 a.m. Is this fun? No, I don’t think so. He only endured it for his family for 35 years.
(3)Today, my mom bought porridge on her way home from work because she was sick. She usually left work and cooked dinner in person, but today, my dad also solved it with porridge. And when she leaves work, she usually relieves stress by watching TV.
(4)As always, I was finishing my day watching TV in the living room, and my mom said, “I can’t sleep because of the sound of TV in my bedroom, so I turned it down or off.” My dad listened to it and turned it down. It was a program with trot music, and I thought he was enjoying it.

(1)Eventually, less than 10 minutes later, he turned off the TV, turned off the light, and went to sleep next to his mother. Did he really want to sleep? Why am I so sorry for the back?
(2)I imagined it. Like my dad, I always put up with my mom’s nagging how boring and exhausting I would be if I went to work early tomorrow, ate dinner, and fell asleep after listening to my mom’s nagging. A hard, strong, not delicate, but broad and honest person.
(3)For the first time, I felt sorry for my dad. I should cook dinner for my dad tomorrow. I’ll make a lot of money and let you quit the company. Dad, good night.