It was my uncle's house that had rats and asked me to go from my neighbor's house. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info Then, it made a home there and had a baby of its own. At this time, I also had mice in my house, and my mother said that it would be good to have a cat. So, I went to my uncle's house again and picked up a kitten. Mom always said that pets and the like, whoever brings them home will follow their temperament, probably.

The kitten is hostile to anyone from the very beginning, and whoever comes close, it will grin and hiss with its tiny teeth, not wanting others to touch it. Mom didn't like it, saying it was a white-eyed wolf. So, I was the only one at home to take care of it.

The kitten is growing up and getting uglier and uglier, and it is very tedious to clean the cat litter and make fish for it every day, and I don't think I like it as much as I used to. Bought a cat necklace and rope, tied it to the corner of the balcony, and just insisted on cooking it a fresh little fish every day. Feeding it is the only thing I do for it every day.

Still disgusted with its naughty nature, and gave it the name of a "bandit". When I got angry, I pinched its paws and bullied it again and again. I said to Mr. Tian, throw it away, I don't like it, it's ugly and skinny, and it doesn't look like a tsundere princess in the eyes of others. I also lamented that only those closest to me can discover the shortcomings of God-like beings in the eyes of others.

Mr. Tian said that all people have shortcomings and advantages, it's just that you are willing to leave something in your heart.

Until one day, Dad put the hook on the windowsill where he used to jump up, and he bit it one by one, and the hook hung on the corner of his mouth, and I hurt for it, poor cat.

It happened that my father was on a business trip, and that night Mr. Tian and I grabbed our feet and heads to take off the hook. Such a cat that is not close to people, at our mercy, I don't think it is so annoying. Mr. Tian trembled very much when he took the hook, and I said, I'll come! Better a finger off than always aching! After tossing for most of the night, the bandit's mouth was swollen, my hand was kicked and broken, and the bandit was even more pitiful. Because of the pain all night, the hook still didn't fall off.

A day later, Dad came back from a business trip, and with a pair of pliers, he solved the matter for two days, and the bandits didn't scream. From that day on, I felt that the bandits were different, I bought a lot of cat food and toys, changed the cat litter for it every day, and teased it, and the bandits became even more lawless. However, I feel that I can forgive it for all its wrongdoing.

The other day, when we were returning home from shopping, the bandits themselves bit off the rope and ran out, making a mess of the house. I didn't think it would be angry anymore, so I grabbed it and beat it up like it had exploded. But it seemed to know that it was wrong, because as soon as I pushed the door, it looked at me with the eyes of mistake and forgiveness. But I still couldn't hold back.

The bandits were thrown into the corner again, but it was still a terrible thing to get used to. I still want to tease it and think it's good. Mr. Tian said not to throw it away? I said I got used to it and didn't throw it away.

Today, when I felt uncomfortable, hiding in the corner and crying secretly, the bandits, as if they knew something, stretched the rope very long, and wanted to reach out and touch me. Looking at the way it looks, I seem to understand something.

When I first got married, I told Mr. Tian that if you have someone you like, tell me. I won't struggle, and if I find out, I won't say anything about that girl, because why should women be embarrassed by women. At the end of the day, I realized that, just like a bandit, I would get angry, I would explode, and I would still choose to forgive.

When I first jumped into the river, everyone was holding me back. I couldn't play and could only wear a lifebuoy and walk in this river full of reefs and rocks, and I couldn't stop getting hurt. If I give up, I'll probably drown.

Thank you to the bandits for holding up the little boat to drag the tired me forward step by step, giving me a little respite, so that I can fill the breath in the lifebuoy, so that I can continue to move forward in this river.

Believe that everything is for the best, whether sad or happy.

――――Heart-warming dividing line――――

What kind of woman is the most beautiful? A woman who can write words.

What kind of woman is the most moving? A simple and caring woman.

What kind of woman is most appealing to me?

My daughter-in-law.

This is my stolen prose, from the diary of my daughter-in-law.

You won't know how lovely a woman who secretly cries and writes a diary can be.

Familiar friends know that I write books in the nature of playing tickets, writing everything scribbly, life insights can be written, and trivial things can also be written.

Today I don't say anything but to pay tribute to my love.