The Nasty Little Cub I Raised with My Own Hands

As title. Health Tea Diary. The year my mother died, my father brought back a little boy from outside. Dad is busy, so the task of taking care of the cub is mine. The little boy is doing well when he grows up, and I said I like him. He said you were crazy, but he didn't say he disagreed. Purpose: Diary of raising a cub