My wife delivered a baby girl today. I had never thought a baby would look like that when it was born: wrinkled red skin and toothless mouth, crying unwillingly in coming to this world. Nevertheless, I totally enchanted by her at the first glance.

Later when the nurse carried her to my wife, she stopped crying already, skin smoothened a little, but her eyes, I didn’t know how to describe those big, round, bright and double-layered eyes revealing nature curious about surroundings, were not like mine or my wife’s, they must inherit from her grand-parents. I couldn’t help but hold her tiny fingers and smell her infant odor, hoping this moment could last an eternity.

And then my wife sent me home to fetch her clothes and to take the dog Lucky to the pet hotel. Sigh, it left me no choice but said good-bye to them both. She rushed to the hospital by herself this afternoon when I was working. By the time I arrived, the baby had just come out. She was such a wonderful wife who managed the household perfectly, I didn’t need to move a finger and hardly listened her complaint. But this time, I had to abide her requests.

Lucky skipped past me out the door upon opened it, I guessed nature’s call was hard to resist. After all, it had been a few hours after its regular walking time. It ran so fast that I could only lock the door hurriedly and follow after it. No matter how I called its name, it paid no attention to me. I felt embarrassed when people gazed upon me running after a dog and calling its name. Dog walking was so unlike what I expected.

Because I didn’t want my wife stay home alone with loneliness, I bought her a Border Collie which I heard was the most intelligent breed. Indeed it was quite smart, it learned everything that my wife had taught and listened to her only. It was OK for me, because I was not a dog person. I did this just to please my wife. She was beautiful, tender and animal loving. I hoped she could focus on something that would tie her to the home, and a dog requiring a lot of excise and activities was an excellent excuse.

We had been running for over five minutes and it was not going to stop. We passed through the park, across the road, and then into a small alley. I thought it almost crashed into a door at the end of the alley, it instead scratched the door and started whining. Before I could stop it, a man answered the door. Lucky licked his face intimately when he leaned down and patted its head. When he finally looked up, we both were stunned by the stranger we saw facing each other.

I directly stared into his big, round, bright, double-layered and curious eyes.