In the real world, my imaginaryfriend was kidnapped from an exhibition.

But last night, I saw the girl who stole them in my dream.

She was walking past the ultimate bad mom—a mother completely absorbed in chatting with her mom friends, carelessly neglecting her children and tossing them aside.

Meanwhile, the little girl was tightly hugging a fluffy pink imaginary friend, holding onto them like they were her everything.

I don’t know who actually stole them in real life, but if they ended up with someone like that little girl from my dream, maybe that’s okay. 

Mùa đông không lạnh vì có anh ở cạnh

  Hôm nay có những điều gì làm bro cảm thấy tự hào? Groovy!