Keep an eye out for my daughter from behind more than usual.
As cute as an angel as ever.
Maybe I have to worry about people first rather than having a boyfriend or not.
Observe carefully any suspicious person approaching your daughter.
My daughter heads to the college in light footsteps, but on the road, the old woman spoke to me.
Is it a trick to buy someone who tries to figure out my daughter?
Unexpectedly, there's a magic cage in my right hand, but it doesn't look like it.
The old woman is asking Fiona the way.
Apparently, he has errands at the church for the Episcopal Church nearby.
Fiona kindly taught the old lady the way.
No, on the contrary, with all kindness, I took the old lady's luggage and began guiding her to the church for a minute.
My daughter is guiding the old woman as she holds the heavy baggage she had with her hands.
My daughter arrived at the church minutes ago,
"Granny, this is the church."
and a full smile.
The old woman also smiled back,
"You're a sweet, kind daughter. I want my grandson to fry and drink the dirt from his nails."
I said.
Although she was an old woman with considerable wisdom (cancer), the old woman thanked her daughter and gave her an apple.
For once, I have been educated not to give things to strangers, but how will my daughter deal with them?
I'll observe.
My daughter seems to have decided to accept the old lady's kindness by introducing herself.
"My name is Fiona, and I go to Lean Grad School of Sorcery."
I introduced myself with a flamboyant smile.
The old woman reveals her name, too.
Now we know each other.
When Fiona received the apple, she lowered her head with pepper and went back to her original path.
The old woman waved,
"God bless you, Fiona."
and prayed.
Now I went back to the main road and thought I'd arrive at the college, but it's my daughter who doesn't.
It seems like the kind of person who can't abandon the troubled, whether it's the entangled physical constitution from the roots or the good guys.
Fiona was searching for him with me when she lost her glasses and found an old man in trouble.
About half an hour, I look for glasses with the old man, but I can't find them.
Even the old man,
"Thanks, Uncle, I guess someone picked it up already or dropped it somewhere different that you can't find this much to look for"
and gave up, but still my daughter,
"Eyeglasses are important. We need to find something."
And I didn't stop searching.
Seeing that look and a motivated look, I was convinced at the same time that I was stunned.
From time to time, I wondered if this was what my daughter would have done to come back to curfew critical.
If you find people in need and help people, it doesn't matter how much time you have.
Remove the pocket watch from the pocket.
It was way past the time I thought it was time for my appointment.
I can't see you. I chant a spell.
When you look at an eagle swirling to circle over it, you borrow the eagle's sight.
The eagle's eyes don't miss the slightest movement of rats crawling around hundreds of meters below.
The reflection of the sunlight emitted by the lens could also be easily ascertained.
When you find the glasses that seem to belong to the old man, you magic the pebble and fly the stone with a finger to tell your daughter the place.
"Kakon"
The cobblestone echoes the sound of a petty feeling that
When my daughter noticed the sound, she turned to her side and her glasses glowed.
I guess it's a bit over-the-top production, I thought so myself, but Fiona seemed honestly happy to find her glasses.
"Grandpa, I found your glasses!
And I'm making a small leap with a stranger grandfather.
"No, I appreciate this. Lady, you can't see anything without glasses, and glasses are valuable to old people like me. It really helps."
Something to thank you for - and the old man takes his wallet out of his chest, but Fiona sticks her hands out and says no.
"No. You can't take money from people your father doesn't know."
And, blubbering and shaking his neck beside him, I refuse to thank you.
The old man nevertheless tries to thank Fiona, but his daughter turns down the compromise, "Well, donate there because there's a church for you over there".
The old man admires the proposal.
Or me, too.
The old man, like an old woman earlier,
"I'm a good lady. I'm sure your parents are well educated."
And, left to say, headed to church.
I agree, I'm not saying.
It must be natural for my daughter's heart to be gentle.
Maybe my daughter would have grown up to be such a good daughter, even if she was raised by someone other than me.
I watched my daughter arrive at her destination, observing her daughter's behavior so much.
Praying not to get into any more extra trouble.