Old Wounds, New Growth - Chapter 28. 2
Translator: Deyonna His head was tilting, bobbing back and forth. This reminded me of when he had told me that when he was a child, in the winter mornings when he attended kindergarten, his mother would wake him up to dress himself. He would then secretly doze off in bed while waiting for his mother to prepare breakfast. "The clothes were so thick and heavy, I was a little over 3 years old then, and once I put them on I couldn't even bend my hands. I'd just sit on the quilt, like a penguin," he said. When his mother finished making breakfast and returned, she would reach under his armpits to lift him up into her arms, carrying him over to eat while gently coaxing her Xiaobao to wake up. I placed the milk and bowl on the table, then sat down on the bedside, reaching across Li Chishu's armpits to embrace him. He rested his head on my shoulder, as I patted his back gently, calling out, "Xiaobao...time to get up. He murmured incoherently. I leaned in closer, cont...