"Plug your child’s ears. There will be more and more firecrackers later. Don’t scare the child."

Sure enough, even if the gun came at the gate, it scared the child, but instead of crying, he turned his little head around with interest as if to find out where the sound came from. I’m lying in my arms, and I can’t lie still. I have to be held up vertically and my… Continue reading "Plug your child’s ears. There will be more and more firecrackers later. Don’t scare the child."