Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 590 You’ve Done Well, Sean

Sean said quietly, “I was eleven when my mother was pregnant with Cathy. I’ve just started sixth grade.”

That seemed like such a long time ago. Sean could barely remember it.

He could only remember running up and down happily, fetching whatever his mother wanted, going grocery shopping with her as they chatted over whether it would be a little boy or little girl. What they would name the baby if it was a boy, or a girl.

“It was me who came up with the name Cathy too,” Sean said quietly.

He had even prepared a gift for her in secret.

“The day Mom gave birth to Cathy, everyone was so nervous. Dad was rushing around bringing things to the hospital, and I rushed to the hospital first thing after school as well. Cathy came out of the delivery room just as I got there.”

“I was the first to hold her.”

Sean was overjoyed then. His mother had asked him if he would like a younger brother or sister, to which he had said that he was fine with either— but really wanted a little sister just a little more.

Then it turned out to really be a little sister.

“She was like a kitten! She was only this small!” Sean gestured with his hands. “I reached out to touch her face, and she grabbed my finger.”

Sean would never forget the shock and joy he felt the first time his sister grabbed his finger.

Then came the few days of Dad running to and from the hospital, delivering meals to Mom.

His mother had gotten pregnant at an older age, and there had been complications post-birth that required her to be on medicine. Cathy could not be breastfed because of this, and Sean thus learnt how to make her formula.

Another chaotic week passed, and his mother and sister finally returned from the hospital.

“There were lots of relatives over. They all fussed and cooed over my sister. Mom talked to them, and Dad was so busy.”

Everyone was so busy.

older aunt or grandaunt came she would snatch Cathy out of Sean’s arms, saying that he didn’t know how to hold her

with people, his parents chatting and laughing with everyone

the door by himself. A whole half hour

standing there, and

felt when he was washing those fruits. He was sorry

“And then?”

his fair. “Then Cathy fell sick for the

a frog’s. It had only been a week, and

hospital, but the doctor said it was just bloating. The bloating was because she did not take well to breastmilk, which meant she couldn’t drink breastmilk or she would have an upset

she had a taste

belly a little press. Other babies’ bellies were soft and floppy,

burst into tears. She cried so hard she was

got mad

the entire night, and Cathy cried

expression turned

looked at me like she was looking at an enemy, shouting at me asking

young, and she had indeed only

Cathy was truly getting worse by the second. Everyone rushed her to the hospital, and she was hooked up to an intubator for a long

help with something when

you should go to bed

to care about this either, as long

round trips to the hospital every couple of days. Sean was truly

not washing the bottles cleanly enough. One time Cathy was throwing up and he rushed over with napkins

time, day after day. Eventually,

had they thought of me before?” Sean

mouth, unsure how to comfort

method of forcing someone to confess where you don’t

an experiment where they didn’t allow their participants to sleep, and the conclusion

chills down anyone’s back. Even