The little bun, with his innocent eyes and a joyful grin, looked up at his father and Auntie Yan, holding the tray with care and excitement. He knew that from now on, his sister Yan would be included in their family forever. She would also soon become his mother…
Mother…
Tears glistened in the little one's eyes as he thought of having a mother. No matter how strong he was, he did not have it easy because of not having a mother. Whenever he fell down while trying to walk, his mother was not there to pick him up. Instead, he was picked up by the servants of the house.
Whenever he was scared or had nightmares, he did not have a mother whose soothing voice and comforting presence acted like a shield against the darkness.
