This little birdie fell off its nest. It was so scared. I was thinking should I look for a vet. But later I saw its parents were looking for it so I returned it to the parents.
I do not wish to be taller than my parents, and it is a good thing that I didn’t. This is so that I will always feel that I’m their little girl, the one who will never grow up.
Playing with the henna that I bought from Little India.
Found some cute wild mushrooms by the road side.
It’s actually not a baby food, it’s just a type of biscuit I had when I was little, still wonderful!