Once with my parents to play abroad, I have a very deep memory, from a young child my mother trained myself to pack my own luggage, so I was very sure I put my blanket into the luggage compartment, I went back to bed to sleep, waiting for tomorrow to go to the airport. When I started I was very happy, to the hotel in Hong Kong, I hit my suitcase, found my little quilt is missing, when my eyes are full of tears, strong tears do not let tears out of the eyes, but when my parents asked me what happened, I burst out and said my blanket is missing. They slowly comforted me and told me that because of the weight of the luggage, they moved my stuff, and then they apologized to me and said they didn't tell me first, and they worried me. Looking back on it now, I suddenly felt that I was really naive at that time, because a beloved blanket can cry like this.
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