Chapter 0233-Shut Up Evil Dragon I Don’t Want To Have Any More Kids With You

his own essay, looked down at his mom and dad, and then read it aloud carefully.

“They’re a loving and strange couple.”

“But that doesn’t stop me from liking them to the bone.”

Her tone was not as impassioned as the two young dragons just now.

Rather, it was more on the side of Loseweather’s usual cool tone, but within that coolness was a fiery emotion.

Every accent is just right, not delicate or contrived.

Especially the phrase “like it to the bone”, which didn’t seem like an emotion that a young dragon could pronounce.

It wasn’t feigned maturity, it was her truest feelings for her mom and dad.

As the reading continues, the couple gradually realized that the article where is what social capital punishment tool, is clearly the daughter wrote them a “love letter”.

“They’re the ones who made me realize that ‘love’ is never a big gamble, but a run, a two-way run.”

“If ‘love’ is compared to a scale, then in my family, there is no need to doubt that it is always tilted towards my sister and I’s side. Because mom and dad put all their love on our side.”

I thought it was just a “love” story, but I didn’t realize that it was full of Noa’s sincere and deep love for her father, her mother and her sister….

Maybe “deep” wasn’t the right word for a child, but that’s what she gave Leon.

At just 800 words, it’s a quick way to get to the end of the article.

Leon thought she would continue to sing her praises for a bit to sublimate the theme, but that wasn’t how Noa ended it.

She was seen putting down the paper in her hand, her little face earnest and serious, and looking down at Leon.

Father and daughter stared across the lectern, one above the other.

A little later, Noa said softly.

“I have the best dad in the world.”

After a pause, Noa seemed to catch a hint of a sour taste, and hastily looked aside to Lois Visser, “and mom.”

That’s what she originally wrote in her post – I have the most amazing dad and mom.

Compared to the metaphors and rhetoric of her previous content, this closing seems a bit ordinary.

But only Leon and Lois Visser could hear the small details their daughter had put into the phrase:

When Roseweather and Leon appeared on the same screen, she was always addressed as “mommy” before “daddy”.

But this time, she put her dad in front of her.

117 Grids are open.

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