Beneath the Ginkgo Tree.
I was feeling a little melancholy. It was a shame there was no moon.
Otherwise, I could have drunk a cup beneath it and eased the gloom in my heart.
Not far from me,
a cute, long-haired white kitten was bouncing around on the ground, repeatedly playing with a little mouse that was already dead.
The scene before my eyes inexplicably went a little dark.
My head hurt.
Even now, I still couldn't quite believe it.
This kitten, playing with the mouse to her heart's content...
was the daughter I'd carried for ten months and given birth to.
It wasn't that I didn't like kittens.
It was just that I found it very hard to accept the fact that this kitten was my daughter.
It was like how so many people liked kittens.
But what if that cat was your daughter?
And not just any daughter, but one you'd carried for ten months and given birth to.
That would be hard to accept, wouldn't it?
That was only human nature. My feelings at that moment were probably just like that—complicated, and a little at a loss.
Watching my daughter having so much fun with the mouse left me feeling strangely flustered, too.
In theory, I should encourage her nature, or even join in.
But.
As a human, how was I supposed to play with a mouse alongside my daughter?
I'd been silent for a long time, just staring into the distance and watching my eldest daughter play.
Finally,
when she was about to pick up the mouse in her mouth, I couldn't take it anymore.
"Ye Daoyan!"
"Mom respects your nature, but could you please not pick up mice in your mouth?"
The little dumpling batted the mouse away with one paw, turned back into a