木兰从军1

The house creaked as I tiptoed to the door. I stood still and silently begged it to keep my secret.

Another step, another creak. Would my parents awake? I grabbed my dark blue robe. I had woven it myself only a few weeks before.

I slipped it over my father’s armor and under my feet to quiet my steps. Then I shuffled to the door.

“ Mulan?” my father sleepily asked from behind the door.

I wondered when I would next answer to that name. “ Yes, it’s just me, ” I said.

“ Go back to bed, ” he murmured.