I had a big black dog. One day I had to go on a business trip, so I gave the dog to my mother to take care of. When I came back from the business trip, I found that the dog was gone. Who stole my big black dog?
Was it let go by its mother?
Was it eaten by grandpa?
Was it stolen by an ex-boyfriend?
Was it sold by the ex-boyfriend's mother?
Was it kidnapped by a stranger on the street?
Who stole it, or was it killed?
Why can't anyone tolerate a big black dog?
Is it because it was adopted by me, an unmarried woman living alone?
Was it the big black dog that was killed, or was it me who was surrounded and suppressed from all directions?
Intention: Don't give up meeting because of fear of separation
