When we had dinner the other day and went to our relatives, we had already gone on the road, and there was always a feeling that there would be a little dog barking on the side of the road, and there would be very few dogs. I would have said, "Well, then there would be no dog in the cold, and I was wrong, and then I couldn't think of two steps forward.
It's painful to say that when the baby was abandoned, 30 years ago, the baby was thrown out, and I thought it was so small and looked at its poor eyes, that I felt like it was about to melt, and when I was standing next to it, a lady told me that it was not necessary for someone else to say it was not for a little friend to pick it up and make a mess at home, and that was how it sounded.
It's as if he's lost his mind. It's pathetic. I went to my relatives' house with it. People play with it. When I was going to talk it out, it was too late, and the baby had just started to get drunk and then just fell asleep.
I felt guilty at the time, but I didn't expect him to go out for a few hours, and then he woke up for two hours, and I thought it was a real problem, but when I woke up, I knew that it didn't matter, and my friends said, "I gave it to someone who wasn't reliable, and I was worried that I was sweating it, but then I thought, "I'm suspicious, my baby's happy to travel with me, and it's as if it had been abandoned by the host."