He returned home straightaway after school.
His father couldn’t move his legs anymore and could only get about using a wheelchair. Due to his father’s disability, Mo Xiaofei had helped out with the housework ever since he started to understand their situation.
He finished cooking dinner swiftly, leaving a portion for his mother who hadn’t come back yet, then walked into his father’s room.
Though disabled, in Mo Xiaofei’s opinion, his father didn’t become passive or frustrated, rather, he faced life with a positive attitude.
Since he lost both legs, his father couldn’t work anymore. From then on, he started to learn wood sculpting and set up his own online store. Business was neither good nor bad. Together with his mother’s wage, their life was considered alright.
“Dad, come have dinner.”
His father---Mo Hongqi’s sideburns were already gray. After he heard his son’s calling, he set down the sculpting knife and gave a smile. “OK.”
