daddy daddy there's a thing in my room!
that's me quietly screaming when i fled to the living room. and being my dad, he immediately grabbed a magazine and made his way to the scene of the crime.
"what thing?" "i don't know. animal!"
he went directly to where i pointed and, a few seconds later, came the "whack whack" of paper meeting wooden flooring.
"wah where did this big cockroach come from? you want to see? what will you do if i'm not home? hide in a cupboard?"
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