Her gaze shifted over.
Seeing that the feather in her hand was still there, the little girl felt relieved.
Just now, she had almost thought that the feather in her hand would disappear just like the one from last night.
For a moment, she could hardly breathe from fright.
Thank goodness, thank goodness.
The little girl patted her chest.
But...
The little girl looked at her mother in confusion.
The feather was still there. Why had Mom said there was no feather in her hand?
How strange.
Seeing the little girl's confused expression, Child's Mom's face instantly darkened.
The little girl was a little frightened.
"...Mom?"
"Child's Mom."
Child's Dad immediately tugged at Child's Mom. "You scared her."
"An An, it's okay."
Child's Dad patted An An's head. "Since you're awake, go wash up."
"An An's favorite pan-fried dumplings are for breakfast today."
"Really?"
The little girl immediately brightened.
She was just about to get out of bed when the corner of her eye caught the feather in her hand, and she stopped.
Hmm...
What should she do with the feather?
If she took it to the bathroom, it would get wet.
As if he knew what the child was hesitating over, Child's Dad said with a smile, "Just leave the feather in your room."
"Since An An likes it so much, we should put it away somewhere safe."
"Right?"
"Mm!"
The little girl answered loudly.
She looked around, unsure where to put the feather.
"How about in the drawer?" Child's Dad suggested.
The little girl looked at the desk beside the bed.
She pulled open the drawer.
She took out a pretty notebook with a pink cover.
She opened it and put the feather inside.
Then she closed the notebook.
She put it back in the drawer.