To my daughter-candy

Candy, you have been ill for a week. Since you became my daughter, you have been following me every day. Small soft body, very warm. I often hold you in the cold winter night, and we covet each other's warmth.

You often come to me when I'm about to fall asleep, wagging your little tail for me to hug, and once you hug me, I can't let go. I will hold you and sleep well all night.

when you are sick, you always have diarrhea, and you are always too stupid to find the toilet, so Mr. Hou always cleans the house at once. Mr. Hou looks at you and wants to throw you out.

You have been ill for so long, and I know that you are very upset. Every day, you whine with a stomachache, and I feel uncomfortable when I give you medicine. My heart hurts. You hum in my arms, and I always pat you on the back. I hope I can share some pain for you.

You are very thin now. You can touch the bones with your arms gently, and the thin legs are left with bones as thick as chopsticks. You are only three months old now, and you have suffered so much. I tried my best to make you healthy, feed you the best goat milk powder, feed you nutritional cream, and feed you everything that supplements nutrition, but how can you be so disappointing! Still skinny.

Your diarrhea is getting worse and worse. I can only take you to the hospital again tomorrow. I'm afraid something will happen to you. I can't sleep looking at your sunken eyes. Candy, promise me that you will be well, promise me that you will be strong, and you will get better soon. I will wait for you to grow up, buy you a beautiful little skirt, take you to the warmest sun, and cut you the best shape.

please, candy.