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.

she would snatch Cathy out of Sean’s arms, saying that he

people, his parents chatting and laughing with everyone as they held

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

and asked me what I was doing. He told me

those fruits. He was sorry to say it, but she

“And then?”

fair. “Then Cathy fell

up like a frog’s. It had only been a week, and she had begun crying all day and night without stopping aside from the occasional nap

was because she did not take well

to be bottle-fed ever since she had a taste of breastmilk. So she would cry, which made the bloating worse, which left them no

sister’s belly a little press. Other babies’ bellies

burst into tears. She cried so hard she was practically

the first time Mom got

not sleep the entire night, and Cathy cried the entire

expression

an enemy, shouting at me asking why I made Cathy

only so young, and she had indeed only cried because

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

wanted to help with something when he

you should go to bed and get some

father said that Sean didn’t need to care about this either, as long as he didn’t cause

to come after that, Cathy would make round trips to

not washing the bottles cleanly enough.

time, day after

but had they

her mouth, unsure

to confess where you don’t allow the prisoner to sleep. You only need three days,

their participants to sleep, and the conclusion was bone-chilling— they would lose

anyone’s back. Even reading the