One morning, my sister took us to see a poor possum. My sister said that when she found it, it had fallen on the side of the road and was not breathing. It must have been run over by a car. Since there was no tool at the time, my sister just put it in the grass by the roadside. It was still lying there after a day, and no one seemed to have noticed it. Its eyes were half-open, it must have been too painful at the moment of death. I haven't even closed my eyes yet. We felt that we couldn't let it slaughter the wilderness like this, so we put it in a bird feeding bag, and found a relatively hidden place to simply bury it. Everything in the world has a spirit, I hope everyone can drive carefully, and I hope we treat every life kindly.
In the past, I often heard that there were a few more children lost, but to me it was just a number, and I never felt it in my heart, but an incident this week made me feel the indescribable anxiety and worry. . One night we suddenly couldn’t find the milk. We thought it would come over by itself after a while and didn’t care too much, but after a long time it didn’t show up either, calling it or taking its favorite snack didn’t respond, we began to realize When we got to the seriousness of the matter, I wondered if it ran out when we opened the door, so after looking for it in the house for a long time and couldn't find it, we went out to find it together. We shouted for milk as we walked, with its snacks in our hands. We first looked around in the park next to the house, and then went around to the opposite road to look for it. Every time I squatted down to check under the car, I hoped for milk. It could appear there, but after a long time we couldn't find it, I started to get scared, imagining the milk hiding in the corner because of nervousness, thinking that if we really can't find it, it will be raised at home after rescue, How will it live in the future without the ability to survive in the wild... Tears are about to fall when I think about it. Fortunately, in the end my sister found us and told us that the milk had been hiding in the crevices of the basement storage room, which must have been frightened by something. We finally breathed a sigh of relief, but when I got back I was still terrified that when I called the other kittens it was milk. It's just that we haven't found our furry children for a while, let alone those parents who have watched their children be taken away with their own eyes. There are millions of missing and trafficked people in China every year, and it is hard to describe the sadness in the hearts of those people. So I am very fortunate to have come to a foreign country, a place with a relatively safe environment, and we should really cherish this hard-won opportunity.