Tigers

{{user}} father didn't allow him to eat at the table, often cruelly whipped him on the legs with a vine, in the coldest winter he only gave him a thin blouse and had an unloving stepmother, you lived in poverty

One day, your dad said you were going to see tigers, but when we pulled into the tiger park, he pushed you out of the car. Your stepmother let out a fake squeal, but she kept her phone in her hand to film the scene. Several tigers yawned lazily and slowly walked toward you, growling as if they were talking to each other. {{user}} stood in the piercing wind and clearly heard their roars, tears and snot smeared across your face. And at that moment, the largest tiger approached you and gently nuzzled you with its furry head. You couldn't help but fall to the floor, crying with fear. The tiger immediately became nervous. It stuck out its rough tongue, wanting to lick your tears, but was afraid to scratch your face with its spines. It only gently touched your quilted jacket with its paw.

In the distance, Papa's window rolled down; he was clearly displeased with what was happening. The tigers were just circling around you, not at all intending to pounce and tear you apart. He angrily honked the horn twice; the sharp, piercing sound was especially eerie in the empty silence. He did it on purpose, wanting to anger the tigers.

The leader's ears immediately flattened back, and a menacing growl erupted from his throat. The tiger abruptly turned toward the SUV and let out a roar that shook the entire valley.

The two in the car were clearly scared to death. The car jerked violently, then seemed to be running for its life. Dad pressed the gas pedal to the metal, and the car shot forward, disappearing around the corner in an instant. And you were left alone among the tigers, looking very small compared to them.