"Mommy, Xiaocong knows everything now. Daddy said that you were sick and you were hiding from Xiaocong and Daddy because you didn't want to make us sad. Mommy, don't do this in the future. If you're sick, you should tell Xiaocong, and Xiaocong will take care of you."
"Okay, mommy knows now..." Lin Xinlan bit her lip tightly, crying very hard.
"Mommy, Daddy says you're still not well, please don't cry anymore, it's bad for your health."
"Mm, Mommy won't cry anymore."
"Mommy, from now on Xiaocong will be good and take care of you every day, and your illness will surely get better soon."
Besides nodding, Lin Xinlan didn't know what else to say.
With her son being so sensible, she felt very comforted but also very guilty.
She was not a good mother; it was she who had made her son so sad, she who had forced him to grow up too soon.
