when I was a little girl my parents sent me to communism schools.everyday I was the last one to eat lunch in classroom which had 65 students. Cause I always used the same lunch box.other students who carried  lunch boxes to heat always put mine in the bottom.I don't know they called me slow-witted first or put my lunch box in the bottom beyond everybody 's lunch box first. I told dad yesterday  and just noticed that it's bully.dad laughed at me and asked do you think you are? I said perhaps , whatever they treat me well or not,I'm in a communism country,I can't sell my soul to them and I also can't save their lives, nobody remembers me when I get old and die for them.And they are responsible or have duty for their own behaviors and actions,not me.

Cats teach me everything after we meet. They know life is too short to hate,but when we love each other as hard as we can,life can be as long as we need and it could be.when I meet them, I feel my life is real.Or going to be.