"Elia, are your bags packed? We have to leave early." Mom called from outside the room.
Elijah Evans hugged Besib tightly. She did not listen to her mother's instructions to pack her luggage. The room was still the same as before. At this time, looking out of Elia's bedroom window, the streets were full of anxious people. Some vehicles kept honking their horns because of the congestion, and there were even voices yelling.
Besib could smell the unprecedented sadness in her little master, which was even worse than the saddest time she had ever experienced - being deliberately pushed by malicious children at school. It looked at its little master in confusion.
Elia's mother gently opened the door to the room. She walked to the bed and sat down, looking at her with gentle eyes, "I know you are sad. Besib is our family, and your father and I are actually very sad to part with him."
"Mom," Elia still hugged Besib tightly, "we can take him with us." Her tears hit Besib's light yellow hair.
"Elia! You should be more sensible. And Besib has always been smart. I will prepare enough food and water for him. At least he will not leave in pain like other stray dogs."
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Intention: Cherish the moment and cherish the people who love you