Since moving to a new home, my daughter has always told me that there is a strange uncle who has been following her. The man has bandages on his hands and feet and is dirty, but he gives her sweets.
Later, that weirdo not only appeared in front of our mother and daughter more and more frequently, but he also always saved us from crisis situations.
I asked him: "Why do you follow me?"
His answer was the same every time: "I just want to protect you."
Note: first person
Intention: Good and evil will eventually be rewarded
