"But I still feel terrible!"
Wen Peng sniffled, hiccupping between sobs, as he said, "From now on, when I come home after school, I won't see my mom, and I can't eat the food she cooks..."
Listening to his son cry and ramble on, Wen Siyuan's expression suddenly became serious and stern. "Wen Peng! Think carefully, how often have you actually seen your mom at home these past few years? When you come home from school, who cooks for you, and who does your laundry?"
"..."
Wen Peng was stunned. After a moment, he said, "My mom... My mom said she's really busy,"—this was his explanation for Wen Siyuan's first question. Wen Siyuan didn't respond, letting Wen Peng go on: "Every time I come home from school, it's always my big sister who cooks. My dirty clothes... My dirty clothes have been washed by big sister, second sister, and third sister..."
