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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.

chatting and laughing

A whole half hour passed, and no

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 up

was washing those fruits. He was sorry to say

“And then?”

fair. “Then Cathy

it wouldn’t go down. His parents saw that Cathy’s stomach was bulged 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 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 stomach from all

was no choice but to make her formula. But Cathy was stubborn 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

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

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

was the first time Mom got

the entire night, and Cathy

mother’s expression

was looking at an

was only so young, and

the second. Everyone rushed her to the hospital, and she was

help with something when he got home,

needed, you should go to bed and get

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

to come after that, Cathy would make round trips to the hospital every couple

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

happened time after time, day after day. Eventually, he

were worried over their sister, but had they thought of me before?” Sean

mouth, unsure how

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

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

no-sleep experiment yielded photos that would send chills down anyone’s back. Even

deprived of sleep,