"Why is he crying so much? If this keeps up, he'll ruin his voice from crying."
Mrs. Mo sighed, "I can't seem to soothe him. Even after preparing the formula, he won't drink it. I'm worried sick."
Mo Xunxun said, "Mom, take a break and let me hold him."
Mrs. Mo, being older, found the child light yet too small. She couldn't bear to hold him too tightly, and soon her arms grew tired.
Mrs. Mo nodded and cautiously placed the baby in Mo Xunxun's arms, "You should support his bottom with one hand and his head with the other..."
Mo Xunxun nervously held the tiny bundle. She couldn't see any resemblance to his brother. To her, newborns all looked the same.
Mo Xunxun stood up and walked back and forth a couple of steps. To her surprise, the baby in her arms calmed down shortly and stopped crying.
