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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.

house was abuzz with people, his parents chatting and laughing

himself. A whole half hour

said. “Dad finally saw me standing there, and asked me what I

he was washing those fruits. He was sorry to

“And then?”

ran a hand through his fair. “Then

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

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

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 breastfeed her…

Other babies’ bellies were soft and floppy,

burst into tears. She cried so

was the first time Mom got mad at me since Cathy was

sleep the entire night, and Cathy cried the entire

expression

at me like she was looking at an

young, and she had indeed only cried because

Everyone rushed her to the hospital, and she was hooked up to an intubator for a long time until they

with something when he got home,

should go to bed and get

need to care about this either, as long as

round trips

every single time his sister cried. He would be picked on for not boiling the water well enough, or not washing the bottles cleanly enough. One

time after time, day after day. Eventually, he got

had they thought of me before?” Sean smirked.

unsure how

of forcing someone to confess where you don’t allow the prisoner to sleep.

participants to sleep, and the conclusion was bone-chilling— they would lose all sense of logic, and even murder or

no-sleep experiment yielded photos that would send chills down anyone’s back. Even reading the description itself… was a

knew how terrifying regular human beings could become when deprived of sleep, but not mothers who were deprived of