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My name is Lixia. I am ten years old and fifth grade this year.

My home is special.

Every child has parents to pick up and go to school, and I can only go to school by myself.

Because my mother has been ill and was hospitalized, my father never told me what my mother was sick.

Dad can only let me go to school alone every day because of work.

When I was in elementary school, I developed a habit of going to my mother ’s hospital every day to find my mother.

Fortunately, the hospital where my mother is located is not far from my home and school, and you can get there in ten minutes.

Write homework in front of my mother's bed every day, go to the cafeteria for meals and eat with my mother.

This lasted for half a semester.

Sometimes when it comes to meals, there will always be a lazy fat cat coming to the ward.

I will also secretly pick up my supper for the fat cat.

My mother would not say anything when she saw it, but would ask me to clean up the ground where the fat cat ate.

This fat cat will always let me touch it after eating with me.

And it never resisted, even showing his belly to let me scratch it.

When I play with fat cats, my mother will change my homework.

Then I circled the wrong place into my schoolbag and told me to go home.

After going back to revise, let Dad read it again.

Days passed by like this.

One day I put down my fat cat and picked up my schoolbag to go home. When I was about to leave the hospital, I was stopped by a nurse.

The nurse said with a smile: "Children, that fat cat will not play with it in the future, will you?"

I looked at the nurse and said, "What happened to the fat cat?"

The nurse looked around and said, "This cat is Oscar, and it's a cat of death."

"What's a grim reaper cat?" I said.

"Reaper cat can predict when a person will die?" Said the nurse.

"So how did the Bleach cat predict?" I asked curiously.

But the nurse suddenly got up and ran away.

From that day on, when the fat cat came, I would still feed the fat cat.

But the number of touching it began to decrease, unless it rubbed against my leg begging me to touch it.

One day, the fat cat slowly walked into the ward.

I placed the small fish in the rice bowl on the ground.

Instead of approaching me, it jumped onto the pillow of the grandfather next door.

The fat cat nest was motionless next to the old grandpa's pillow, and then he slept peacefully and snorted.

Everyone looked at the grandpa with strange eyes.

And I just planned to run to get the fat cat back, but my mother held me.

I just wanted to ask why my mother stopped me, but my mother whispered in my ear: "Don't disturb Oscar today."

I nodded my head, so I picked up the small fish on the ground with a tissue and put it in the trash.

My mother helped me organize the schoolbag and put it on my back.

Until I left, the fat cat nestled beside the old grandpa's pillow.

The grandfather is holding a pen and writing on the paper.

I looked around curiously, and the words on it were denser than I had learned.

I whispered, "Grandpa, what are you doing."

Mother shouted at this moment: "Lixia, don't be rude."

I lowered my head helplessly.

Grandpa really touched my head and said: "Oscar is a good cat, you can not bully it in the future."

I listened to Grandpa's words, and my mother shouted in the distance: "Lixia, go home."

I reluctantly nodded my head and left the hospital.

The next day, Grandpa's bed was empty.

I asked where the grandpa was, and my mother said lightly: "You will know later."

At this time, the fat cat named Oscar entered the ward and circled around my leg, with a long tail hooked on my leg.

I touched it and said, "Good boy, I will finish your homework with you."

The fat cat Oscar's obedient nest fell asleep and snored.

When I finished my homework, I called dinner.

Today eating beef, I placed the biggest piece beside the fat cat Oscar.

Oscar got up and ate happily.

I said to my mother: "Mom, a nurse told me not to play with Oscar. But yesterday's grandfather made me treat Oscar a little better."

Mother smiled and said, "What do you think?"

"Oscar is cute." I said.

"Then follow what you think." Mom said with a smile.

I picked up Oscar and touched its belly. It trembled comfortably on my leg and made a meow.

. . . . . .

Three years later, I was in the second grade.

I gradually understood what was happening, and my mother's health was getting worse day by day.

The fat cat Oscar has come less often, and every time it comes in I will hug it out.

Every time the fat cat Oscar comes, I will pick out half of the food in my dinner and put it in the door to make it eat.

When the fat cat Oscar enters the ward and asks me to caress, I will take it out of the ward to caress.

I finally found why the nurse said to stay away from Oscar, and why the grandpa said to take care of it.

The fat cat Oscar is really a grim reaper cat.

As long as Oscar hops on whose bed and nest for one night, that person will die the next day.

There has never been a failure so far, and driving it will not change the effect.

"Hey, Oscar. You are not allowed to jump on my mother's bed in the future." I said.

The fat cat Oscar rolled over happily.

"Did you understand it? If you understand it, call it again," I said.

The fat cat Oscar whispered in his mouth without crying again.

I scratched the belly of the fat cat Oscar and said, "Sometimes I really doubt you are fine."

The fat cat Oscar got up and touched my hand with his tail, then left the corridor happily.

. . . . . .

The day after half a month.

The fat cat Oscar is here again.

I carried it outside the ward, and I divided it into half for dinner again.

But he didn't eat a bite and wanted to go to the ward.

I tried to stop it, but it growled.

I said to the fat cat Oscar: "Is there one in the room going away today?"

The fat cat Oscar called.

I looked at the four beds and gave up helplessly.

The fat cat Oscar walked slowly into the ward and stopped in front of my mother's bed.

Jumped into mother's bed, nestled in a corner.

I immediately ran into the room and found that my mother was crying.

"Isn't it all right? It might not be true," I said, reaching out to grab the fat cat Oscar.

And my mother reached out and said, "Don't grab it, call your dad."

I didn't listen to my mother's words.

"Mom? Can I take Oscar away?" I said.

"Just let it stay here, we can't change this thing. You can't change the fact by driving it away," Mom said.

"Is there no solution at all?" I said.

The grandmother beside the hospital bed said, "This is the 63rd prediction. The Oscar in front of you hasn't missed it."

"Maybe it's just tired, just want to lie down here. I will take it out here, it must be wrong." I reached out and hugged Oscar.

Oscar made a cat meow and broke free of my hand.

Continue to nest in the bed corner.

I also plan to hug it.

Mother shouted: "Lixia is enough."

After my mother said it was followed by a cough.

I lowered my head helplessly and called my father.

Father learned of the Oscars and immediately quit work.

Half an hour.

Father, mother and Oscar are in the ward.

But I crouched outside the ward.

There is a blank in my mind.

Finally he couldn't suppress his emotions and cried out.

I ran crazy into the ward.

Picked up Oscar.

Everyone was taken aback by my move.

Oscar fluttered and jumped into my face from my arms.

The front paw scratched my face, and then there was a meow.

A cut was made in my left eye and lower eyelid.

The fat cat Oscar then nestled in his mother's body motionless.

Blood dripped from my face and dripped onto the white sheet.

I froze in place, my father quickly came over and covered my left eye.

Dad helped me out and went straight to the emergency room.

Seven stitches were sewed on the left eye and covered with white gauze.

I was sent to the ward next door, not allowing me to move around.

The doctor said that the cat just caught the eyelids and didn't hurt the eyeballs, but the infection may require hospitalization.

I lay on the hospital bed and controlled the tears to prevent the wound from the needle.

I stayed up all night, and the news of my mother's death the next day was brought by my father.

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