She sat by the bed as she held her daughter's small hand. This child was being stubborn. She had told her not to help, but she continued to do the laundry with her.
Actually, what could a three-year-old do to help? She was still so young.
Her daughter's hands were cold, and she warmed them with hers. As soon as she placed the doll in Rainy's arms, she hugged it and coiled her tiny frame with her feet together. Xia Ruoxin pulled the blanket over her daughter's body and her feet.
After that, she took out a sketchbook and a pencil and sat by the bed. She watched her daughter and began sketching.
It was a very thick book. Everything from the beginning until now was sketches of Rainy since she was a baby. The first day she was born, the first time she drank milk, the way she grumbled when she had her first taste of the rice paste, her first steps, and the first time she called 'Mommy'.
