"watchdog"

? She is a dog. When I was a child, the fortune teller said she was a "domestic dog", but she was euphemistically called a "watchdog"! Insiders laughed at her and said that a good "domestic dog", what an elegant name, must be changed to "watchdog"! That's tacky! However, she believes that housekeeping is her greatest mission in life! Therefore, she is proud of it and enjoys it.

? That year, she was eight or nine years old. Looking at the dark sky, my dear mother is still busy in the depths of the mountains ~ at this time, she is wandering at the door, wondering why my dear mother hasn't come back yet. Could it have been a fall? Finally, she couldn't wait any longer. She left her brightly lit home alone and set foot on the rugged mountain road. At first, she was afraid, and the night wind tore at her long hair. At this moment, she seems to think that the wind is the "black wind monster" in myths and legends, and it is so ferocious! She was too scared to go out because she was afraid that she might suffocate at any time! She reached out her little hand, patted her chest and comforted herself: no, no, mom is right ahead! Walking like this, the birds and beasts in the forest whined, and the gravel at their feet tripped her several times, and she fell and got up again! She didn't flinch because she just wanted to see her safe and healthy mother!

? Until I heard my mother creak ... creak ... bicycle, and I heard her scream: Wind, why are you here, you silly child! Aren't you afraid of being so dark? I'm worried about you! She pouted, tears welled up in her eyes ... snuggled up in her mother's arms, and she was at ease, which was enough. ......

? Her father is a kind and honest farmer who once had great ambitions. I heard that he wanted to go out to do business, but because of the hardships of his childhood, he didn't know a word, so he had to plant fruit trees in the mountains to make a living. Hundreds of acres of mountains bent my father's back and dyed my mother's head white. My father lived in a small hut in the mountains for a long time, and my mother separated from my father to take care of their three starving brothers and sisters.

Since childhood, her greatest wish is to let her parents live together every day, like normal couples, and never separate again. Her father comes home occasionally, and she is very happy. She cherished this brief reunion. Father also has his friends, who will stop by after nightfall. She will lie in bed silently and hear the sound of her father coming home and closing the door, and she will sleep peacefully. A golden nest and a silver nest are not as good as one's own kennel. Although the conditions at home are not good, she is satisfied because this home is warm.

? This scene has been staged for more than ten years, which has made her accustomed to not being afraid of the dark, to caring, to cherishing, and to closing the door to sleep with her every morning when her family is around, that is, she wants to be happy!