I was a bad kid, everyone said so. The teacher hated me and said I was a bad kid, so I was punished.
He told me not to tell anyone this and that he would always keep an eye on me, no matter where I was.
When I was little, I had little him in my belly. Sister Hong comforted me that everything would be fine.
During those days, my good friends left one after another.
That summer vacation, my favorite stray cat also died.
That summer, I also learned to fly. I grew a little tail, just like Sister Hong. I was so happy that I could finally fly freely in the sky.
But why are you crying?
Purpose: Discussing child safety issues