Pumpkin pie

Every year, on Halloween, the daughter arranges with her little partner, dress strangely, wears a pumpkin lamp and messes with the right-hand side of the house. Every year, apart from a bag of sugar and snacks, more harvests are brought to them by a myth. I encouraged her to go to this Western holiday, which is impossible to fight with our eight poles, not to hit the ocean, but to give her another chance to open herself up. The daughter is a good girl and usually lives in school because the school is so far away and there are no classmates in the district, so she comes home on weekends and is given two days of extracurricular classes full of pianos, English, fine arts, tennis, and almost no extracurriculars, except for classes, homework, the Internet and extracurricular books. Remembering that for the first time she had given herself Halloween, all the information about the festival was available online, she found it very interesting, very desirable, and finally, on October 31st, there was no movement in the neighborhood or on the street. I told her it was a Western holiday, but China. She said how everybody spends Christmas. I said Christmas is international. If you think about us, we think about what we can do, and if you want, we can do it every day. So we went to buy a black hat with a skull on, she wore one of my coats, and I carved her a pumpkin lamp, and she took her little hand around the street