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.

aunt or grandaunt came she would snatch Cathy out of Sean’s arms, saying that he

his parents chatting and

whole half hour passed, and no one even thought of

out,” Sean said. “Dad finally saw me standing there, and asked

never know how he felt when he was washing those fruits.

“And then?”

hand through his 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 during the

she did not take well to breastmilk, which meant she couldn’t drink breastmilk or she would have an upset stomach

too, refusing 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 choice but to breastfeed her…

belly a little press. Other babies’ bellies were soft

it once, and Cathy burst into tears. She cried so hard she was practically screaming, her lips

was the first time Mom got mad at

night, and

expression turned

looking at an enemy, shouting at me asking why I made Cathy

was only so young, and she had indeed only

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

something when

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need to care about this either, as

that, Cathy would make round trips to the hospital every couple of days. Sean

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

after time, day

worried over their sister, but had they

opened her mouth, unsure how to comfort

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

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

anyone’s back. Even reading the description itself… was a