After walking out of the Harris family residence, Sharon felt much more relaxed. After working hard, Wallace still had to deal with those people.
At the hospital entrance, a child attracted Sharon's gaze. He was carrying a small sling bag and two large woven bags. He walked forward with difficulty, looking like he was selling trash.
Considering his height, he was no more than five or six years old. The two woven bags were taller than him, so it was hard for this little kid to take each step.
"I'm already very busy; you can't trouble me! You're an older child, so you have to take good care of your younger brother! You have to take good care of me." The child was mumbling something, making Sharon's heart ache. She looked at the child who was struggling to move forward and remembered her childhood.
