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I put the photo back into Mom’s hand and chattered on, “Mommy, the more I look, the more I think we all look so good.”
“Mommy, let’s go take pictures again for your next birthday.”
“We’ll go once every year, that way I can watch myself grow up little by little, right?”
I thought so. I could also watch Mom grow up.
The wind was a bit strong, so I pulled the blanket up to cover Mom.
Her hair was messy too. I found her favorite pearl hair clip and clipped her hair back.
There, Mom was a beautiful mom again.
Someone knocked on the door: “Is anyone home? We’re from building management.”
It turned out to be the building management staff. I opened the door. The man who told
me not to climb the window was there too.
He saw me and immediately said, “This is the child who was climbing the window just now. Good thing nothing happened.”
The woman from building management smiled at me. “Little one, where are your mommy and daddy?”
I replied, “Daddy’s at his office, and Mommy’s sick and sleeping.”
“Can we come in and take a look?”
I nodded. “Okay.”
I led the woman into the bedroom. She walked over to Mom, intending to speak to her.
But the next second, she suddenly screamed and backed away.
The men rushed in. They gathered around Mom, looked at her, and someone started
making a call.
Soon, the police arrived, and so did doctors.
Dad, finally came back too.
