The two-year-old child was wrapped in a thin piece of clothing. She was curled up with a stray dog to keep each other warm. She looked at the bustling streets and the child in her parents’arms. Her eyes were filled with envy, “Little Sweetie, they all have a home. We definitely have a home too. It’s just that mom and dad can’t find us for the time being. I believe that one day, Mom and dad will find us.”
“When that time comes, I’ll take you to treat your illness. Little Rascal, you have to be strong!”
“Woof!”
The dog in her arms barked, seemingly responding to her.
The girl smiled happily. “Little Rascal, you also think that our parents will definitely be able to find me, right?”
“Woof!”
“Then let’s wait for our parents to come and fetch us back together, Alright?”
