Looking at the teddy bear in his hand, Shirley Grant was a bit puzzled about what Gerry Peary was trying to express.
The others present were equally confused.
"It's my fault for not protecting the teddy bear. Wuwuwuwu..."
Suddenly, Gerry Peary's tears started streaming down uncontrollably.
"Gerry, don't cry, it's okay, it's okay."
Shirley Grant immediately began to comfort him.
"Because it's Mom's favorite teddy bear, Mom said it was the only gift Dad ever gave to her, Mom often hugged the teddy and cried, but I couldn't protect it!! Wuwuwuwu..."
Hearing Gerry's words, Shirley Grant's tears also started to fall.
She never expected that Gerry, at such a young age, understood so much.
These years, she wasn't the only one who suffered.
Gerry understood everything.
At an age when he should know nothing, he was too mature, too observant, which was heartbreaking.
"Mom, I want to give you a teddy bear that looks exactly the same."
