Under the soft orange light, Zhou Jiao sat in the baby's room with her arms crossed and knees bent, watching Aunt Sun methodically preparing formula, changing diapers, and feeding the baby...
Next to her, Little Ping'an was mimicking her posture, cuddled up beside her. After a moment, he asked softly, "Mom, you really miss Liu Yiwu and May 1st, don't you?"
Zhou Jiao replied wistfully, "I miss all three of you. Your little brothers are the most pitiful, I used to be with you 24/7."
"I'll accompany the little brothers for mom."
"Alright, but I'll come back to be with you whenever I can in the evenings. Once I start working, I'll have time to watch you all grow up."
Aunt Sun set the kids down and, listening to their conversation, couldn't help but smile and wave at them.
Seeing this, Zhou Jiao stood up, took Ping'an's hand, and quietly approached. The children were already peacefully asleep. She felt a pang of loss as she gazed at the sleeping pair.
"Mom, take me to sleep."
