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Five years ago, I met her in a shopping center. I was walking through the shop when I saw her. Then she came back to my house with me. After that, we became friends.

Once she had to go into hospital to have an operation on her leg. I was worried about her and looked after her every day. I made breakfast for her. I was not good at cooking, but she never complained. I also helped her take showers.

I have no idea why we can be good friends, because she is quite different from me. I like writing, reading and playing computer games. But she loves outdoor activities. She likes playing balls best. She also loves sleeping.

She will run all around the house to lick my face if someone shouts “Kiss for Dad.” That is the only name she knows me by—Dad, though I call her by many names—Pickle, Missile and Little. But her real name is Pixar. This week she turns seven years old.

Five years ago, I met her in a shopping mall. I saw her as I walked through the store. Then she went back to my house with me. Since then, we've become friends.  

At one point, she had to go to the hospital for surgery. I was worried about her and took care of her every day. I made her breakfast. I'm not good at cooking, but she never complains. I also helped her take a bath.  

I don't know why we can be good friends because she is very different from me. I enjoy writing, reading and playing computer games. But she loves the outdoors. She loves playing best. She also likes to sleep.  

If someone shouted "kiss Daddy," she would run around the house and lick my face. It was the only time she knew my name—Daddy, though I called her by many names—kimchi, missiles, and little ones. But her real name is Pixar. She turned 7 this week.