Some people say that raising children is a gradual separation.
But when she was three years old, my world became infinitely broader because of her.
When I was tired from working overtime, she would stand on tiptoes and hand me a crooked glass of "love water";
She would get into my bed on thunderstorm nights, pat my back like a little adult and say, "Mom, don't be afraid. The baby is Ultraman, who specializes in fighting monsters and protecting you."
She is quirky and imaginative, and she always uses those ridiculous children's words to cure all my anxiety and fatigue.
There are no earth-shattering plots in this book, only the most realistic daily fireworks.
I record the trivial things between me and my three-year-old daughter. I hope these warm moments can also light up your night.
Dedicated to all the parents who are experiencing "pain and happiness", and also to you when you grow up, my dear daughter.
