I am reading a composition about my son's story, which is about his mother taking him home in bad weather.
Story 1: I am the first child born in my family. When the doctor told grandpa with some regret that it was a girl, grandpa smiled brightly: What happened to the girl? I like that girl, and I'm satisfied. My nickname was named Xiao Ju by my grandfather. In fact, outsiders don't know that "feet" and "chrysanthemum" are homophones in our hometown dialect, so my nickname is actually "feet".
Story 2: My mother said that I could speak when I was seven months old, and the first word that popped out of my delicate mouth was: grandma. I think any mother wants her child to call her mother first. However, the seven-month-old baby can make a tone like "grandma", which is probably forgotten. Big surprise exceeds all feelings.
My mother said that when I was a child, I showed some liberal arts ability. When I didn't go far, I was lying in bed, clutching a brand of cream called "Friendship" and reading a book.