It has been quite a few months since Little Treasure had last spoken, and in this period of time, Little Treasure had not said a single word.
Even though she was anxious, she knew that she could not rush such things, so she had never forced the child to say anything. As time went on, she had long gotten used to communicating with Little Treasure using the writing board. So much so that most of the time, she could understand him just by Little Treasure's single glance. She did not even feel that Little Treasure was any different from other child...
However, when her ears had clearly heard Little Treasure call her "Mommy", it felt like her chest was hit hard by something, making her breath get caught in her throat. Warmth flooded from her heart to every inch of her body. There was an indescribable, magical feeling...
