[My name is Lu Siyu, and I'm three years old this year.]
The little girl wore a pink dress, her cheeks were round, and her hair was tied up in two small buns. Her eyes sparkled like water-filled grapes, and her long eyelashes fluttered softly like brushes.
"Big Brother, that's what Sister-in-Law bought for me!"
"I'll just have a little bit."
"Ahhh! You liar, spit it out, I'm almost out of it."
Downstairs, a quarrel suddenly erupted, and the little girl helplessly patted her forehead.
Here we go again.
After sighing, Lu Siyu continued to lie on the floor, holding her colorful pens, and carried on drawing her lopsided, only comprehensible to her, diary.
[I have a lot of family members who dote on me, like my dad, mom, and brother, four uncles and an aunt...]
She had just scribbled a few strokes when the door behind her suddenly opened.
"Oh dear, little sister, why are you sitting on the ground again?"
