Mother Sanchez went to tidy up the room. In fact, there wasn't much to tidy up, but the quilt still needed to be sorted out.
Amelia Sanchez was being held by Oliver Foster all the while, and Mother Sanchez looked at them as she cleaned up, "Oliver, put Amelia down, you've been busy all day, you must be tired."
Mother Sanchez thought it was embarrassing that he kept holding her like this, even holding her tightly.
"I'm not tired. Once Auntie is done tidying up, I'll put Amelia down and go and get the wheelchair." Oliver still liked to hold Amelia in his arms. If he could, he would be willing to hold her like this for a lifetime.
Amelia leaned against Oliver, seemingly deliberately teasing people.
"I like being in Oliver's arms, I don't want the wheelchair." Amelia playfully acted like a child, causing Oliver's heart to soften, and he tightened his arms, hugging her closer to him.
