“Please do not lock the door, I promise that I won’t ever touch your things, pack your room or even step into it, otherwise I’ll be eaten by the tiger,” she exclaimed.
I furrowed my brows and cocked my head. “This is the year of the tiger!” she added. That was rock solid words of gold from the mum. Priceless.
That said, theoretically we are still in the year of the cow, I think.