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.

of relatives visited the house. Everytime an older aunt or grandaunt came she would snatch Cathy out of Sean’s arms, saying that he didn’t know how to hold

chatting and laughing with everyone as

the door by himself. A whole half hour passed, and no

there, and asked me what I was

would never know how he felt when he was washing those

“And then?”

fair. “Then

was bulged up like a frog’s. It had only been a week, and she

not take well to

formula. But Cathy was stubborn too, refusing to be bottle-fed ever since she had a taste of breastmilk. So she would cry, which

little press. Other babies’ bellies were soft and floppy, but his sister’s was

once, and Cathy burst into tears. She cried so hard she

the first time Mom got mad at me

sleep the entire night, and Cathy cried

expression turned

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

scared too. His sister was only so young, and she had indeed only cried

care about how he felt, because Cathy was truly getting worse by the second. Everyone rushed her to the hospital, and she was hooked

with something when he got

go to

this either, as long as he

round trips to

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

happened time after time, day after day.

were worried over their sister, but had they thought of me before?” Sean smirked. “It was

unsure

of a sudden. “There’s a method of forcing someone to confess where you don’t allow the prisoner

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

anyone’s back.