Waking up in the morning,

Through the bedroom door,

I hear the sounds of cooking from the kitchen,

It feels like home.

Taozi enters my room,

Comes to my bedside, nudging my hand with its nose,

Urging me to get up.

Oh, it turns out my dad is cooking,

My mom is doing laundry,

And Taozi wants me to take it out to pee.