The daughter cried because her doll was lost.
My little baby is lost, this is my favorite doll, you must help me find it. ”
As you know, I only have one daughter, and I'm usually used to her.
So, I immediately went to help her find her "little baby".
It's just that all the rooms at home have been searched, and the sofa under the bed has been turned over, but I really haven't found it.
The child's grandmother said next to her: "It's impossible to find it at home, did you take it out to play and didn't bring it back?"”
Think about it again, did you get the **, if you didn't take it out, that is, lost!”
As soon as I heard that I was lost, my daughter cried even more fiercely, and the pear blossoms brought rain.
I really like this doll, can you help me buy another one?”
Nope!"I flatly refused.
Usually she likes to take things to the community to play, but she lost them again, and reminded her many times not to bring things to play, but she just didn't listen.
She used to cry in front of her mother, but her mother immediately relented and placed an order for her online.
But today, I'm going to teach her a lesson.
It's a little windy outside, you get dressed, and I'll take you to the neighborhood to look for it. ”
Today's parents and children are of high quality, and they generally don't take things that are not their own.
However, I can't guarantee that things will still be there.
I said, "If you're lucky and the doll is on the slide you play on, that's it."If you are not there, then you have to accept this reality, and only if you experience the pain of losing things, you will cherish it more in the future. ”
I don't know if she understood or not, but after getting dressed, she went downstairs with me, sobbing as she went.
On the way down, I happened to meet the little brother on other floors, and he curiously followed us to the side of the slide.
The daughter climbed the slide and there was no one in it.
Uncle, little sister, what are you looking for?”
The little sister's doll is lost, let's see if we can get it back. ”
What kind of doll is it?”
Pink, so big, fluffy ......I said I was gesturing with my hands.
I seem to have seen it, it used to be in Building 8, and now it should be ...... in the bushes next to it”
After a while, the daughter shouted in surprise, "My little baby is here." ”
I really didn't expect it to be so lucky.
We are also very grateful to our little brother, if it weren't for his guidance, we would have been difficult to find.
The ending can be regarded as a happy one.
Not only did the daughter find the doll, but she also learned through this lesson that she should take good care of her belongings.
Although my daughter felt pain in the process, everyone said that this lesson I taught my daughter was good.
Only after experiencing the pain of loss can we understand the joy of regaining what is lost.
Do you think so?