The little girl tilted her head.

"Dad, if you don't eat breakfast, you won't have time to eat."

"You'll be late for work."

"oops."

The child's father looked surprised.

"Yes, thank you An An for reminding dad."

"Let's go have breakfast together."

The child's father and the child left the room.

"Mom, hurry up too."

The little girl turned her head and shouted.

"Um."

The child's mother has gentle eyebrows.

The little girl breathed a sigh of relief.

My mother, who was a little weird before, is back to normal.

The smile on the little girl's face became even brighter.

...

The child's mother looks into the drawer.

The lips pursed unconsciously.

After another urging from the child, she finally withdrew her gaze.

"coming."

...

The little girl went out again.

This time she wasn't holding a feather.

The first time she wanted to hold the feather, her mother stopped her.

At that time, her mother's loud voice scared her.

She stood there blankly.

At a loss.

Scared and aggrieved.

But her mother apologized to her.

Dad also touched her head.

She likes to be touched on the head by her parents. She always feels...a little embarrassed but also very happy.

Her father told her that if such beautiful feathers were thrown outside, she would never get them back.

So it's better to leave the feathers at home.

She thinks what her father said makes sense.

She has already lost her feather once.

She didn't want her only feather to be lost again.

...

Her father also asked her not to show the feathers to others.

Of course.

If her father didn't tell her, she wouldn't show the feathers to anyone else.

Although she really wanted to show off the beautiful feathers she discovered...

But there is only one feather. What if someone asks her what she would do?

When she picks up feathers again or finds a big bird, and asks the big bird for more feathers, she then shows the feathers to others.

In this way, she can give feathers to them if they like to ask her for them.

She said what she thought.

Dad touched her head again -

"Good boy."

The little girl's eyes curved into crescent shapes.

hey-hey.

...

By the time the little girl came to her senses, it was already sunset.

The little girl looked frustrated.

I didn't find any feathers or big birds today.

so disappointed.

...

The little girl's obsession with feathers and big birds was beyond the expectations of her parents.

"An An, are you going out to look for feathers and big birds again today?"

"Um."

The little girl nodded, "Dad, Mom, I'm going out."

...

"Don't think too much about it."

The child's father comforted the worried mother, "We have asked the child not to tell others about feathers and big birds."

"It's fine."

"After a while, the children will forget about it when they can't find the feathers or the big bird."

"Um."

The child's mother nodded.

She had thought about taking her children to see a psychiatrist.

But in the end she gave up.

She couldn't bear the consequences if others found out about her child's visit to a psychiatrist.

There is no airtight wall in the world.

She doesn't want her child to be viewed in a colored light by others.

This is enough for now.

Just like the child's father said, they treat it like children playing house.
Chapter completed!