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and she liked playing in the forest. I often told her some stories about the forest in the rocking chair, and she was very interested. Sometimes she would ask me what was in the forest. I replied that there were trees, flowers, birds, deer, squirrels, wolves, lions, and many other animals. Some of them are cute and some are fierce. Ellen asked again, would the wolf eat me? I was stunned, her innocent eyes looked at me, as if I could not lie. "Mom, m

ant again, and Jeff happily said to me that our daughter will not be alone! I smiled to him. Jeff also said that whether i

tchen. Today is Jeff's birthday. I am going to make a big meal, and I also prepared a gift. When he came home, I planned to giv

o ugly." What she said made me laugh, and my daughter already knew how to care about her image. "Don't laugh! Mom!" She looked a little angry, but I looked at her bulging face and thought my daughter was cuter. "Sorry, dear. You know I am definitely not laughing at you, I am just happ

l go and get the scissors to cut this bit off." "No! Mom! You can't do that! That's my hair." It will become ugly!" Ellen's voice sounded almost crying. I soothed her and said, "Trust Mom, baby. I will definitely make your hair beautiful!" Hearing my promise, Ellen stopped sobbing, "I'll get the scissors, you're here to wait for me" Ellen nodded. On my way to the kitchen to get the scissors, I couldn't

uite right, she walked over and took my hand, "Mom, what's wrong with you?" "I'm fine, dear. Mom will put a bow on you so that your hair will look better." Speaking to my daughter, I picked up the red bow on the dressing table and fixed it to the position where the ha