These past few days, I've been thinking back and suddenly realized that there are many coincidences, it's definitely not self-comforting. For example, my s.o.n was b.orn with a mole on his right leg, we took him to the hospital and the doctor said it was fine. Later, looking back at the photo album, I discovered that my dog ​​also had a black mole on his right leg exactly like that.

There's also the similarity in birthdays. My son's due date was August 6, but I gave birth on August 2. At that time, I kept thinking, why does this date sound so familiar, now I remember that it was the day I had a fight with the dog seller, called the police, and then bought him from him. I asked him how many months old he was, he said two months old, I calculated a bit and thought he was probably born in early August, then decided to set his birthday on August 2.

Thinking back to the day I gave birth to my s.o.n, I was in the delivery room from dawn to dusk but still couldn't give birth. Until the end, I tried my best to use all my strength and finally my s.o.n was b.orn. Later, people said that my father had just arrived 5 minutes before the doctor announced the news of a safe and sound mother and child. People joked that my grandson loved his grandfather very much. Of course, my dog ​​had to go back to the dog planet because he jumped out to shield my father from being bitten by a poisonous snake. He loved my father very much.

Moreover, my s.o.n was strange to everyone, but not strange to his grandfather. Every time he saw him, he smiled brightly. All of the above signs were trying to tell me that my little dog, with a different identity, had once again returned to my side.