After dinner, my mother and I went to a minimart to buy something. When we came out and walk away from it, we saw a cute cat. Then a toddler walked and used his/her leg and kicked its face! Then it ran and he/she hit its butt! I was fumed with anger, and gave him a look that means:
I'm so disapointed in you. And the worse thing is the toddler's parents did not scold him. I just can't stand this!
My mother told me that there's no point being angry. We walked past a flat and there are cockroaches everywhere. Actually, the cleaner or whoever in charge of puting pesticides in the garbage giant container, and the cockroaches scattered all over, long ago, at my flat, there were more. I lived in the 9th storey and a cockroach managed to crawled into my bathroom. Eee!
Oh and when my mom and I are on our way to cross the road when a toddler and her mom. My mother mummered, "Is that child biting on a biscuit?" "Mum, its a pacify," I corrected. We laughed. Mum said, "I thought that it can't be, how can the toddler hold on a biscuit on his/her mouth and held it so still?!" Then we laugh again. Ah! Bye and Happy Holidays! :)
