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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.

Group after group 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 her and might hurt her.

his parents chatting and laughing with everyone as they held Cathy in their

half hour passed, and

was the first time I ever felt left out,” Sean said. “Dad finally saw me standing there, and asked me what I was doing. He told me to go wash and cut

never know how he felt when he was washing those fruits. He was sorry to say it, but

“And then?”

his fair. “Then Cathy fell sick for the

that Cathy’s stomach was bulged up like a frog’s. It had only been a

her to the hospital, but the doctor said it was just bloating. The bloating was because she did not take well to breastmilk, which

a taste of breastmilk. So she would cry, which made the bloating worse, which left them no choice but to breastfeed her… and

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

burst into tears. She cried

was the first time Mom got mad

could not sleep the entire night, and Cathy cried the entire

mother’s expression

at me like she was looking at an enemy,

was only so young, and she had indeed only cried because he pressed her

the second. Everyone rushed her to

when he

go

need to care about this either,

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

not washing the bottles cleanly enough. One time Cathy was throwing up and he rushed over with napkins to help— only for his mother to

happened time after time, day after day.

over their sister, but had they thought of me before?” Sean smirked.

opened her mouth, unsure how

a method of forcing someone to confess where you don’t allow the prisoner to sleep. You only need three

can survive without sleep. Scientists once conducted an experiment where they didn’t allow their participants to sleep, and the conclusion was bone-chilling— they would lose all sense of logic, and even murder or feast on each other

down anyone’s back. Even reading the description

when deprived of sleep, but not