It's Made For My Father

It was another rare day off.

Early in the morning, Amy sat up on her bed and stretched her arms. She climbed onto the big bed as she rubbed her eyes and kneeled next to Mag's pillow. She was about to wake him up when she paused as she looked at Mag who was sleeping peacefully.

"Father works so hard usually, I shall let him have a good sleep on his rest day." Amy retrieved her hand and bent over to kiss Mag's cheek. Then, she got off the bed quietly and waved to Ugly Duckling, who was still trying hard to get up to the bed. She carried it in her arms and started to make her way downstairs. After closing the bedroom door, she quietly spoke, "Don't wake Father, Ugly Duckling. He works very hard every day."

"Meow, meow~" Ugly Duckling gazed at Amy as though it understood, and its cries became much softer.