Emma Smith wiped down his little body. Due to his poor health and inability to run outside, the child grew up very pale, a translucent kind of white, like a porcelain doll, with faint green veins visible beneath the skin.
"Mom, the little ball is so much fun, it's soft and bouncy,"
Thomas Smith was talking about a small children's soccer ball. Soccer balls were relatively hard, but the plastic balls for children had no such restrictions and were quite lightweight.
"Hmm, Mom has to go on a business trip for a few days, so you may have to stay at Uncle Andrew's house for a while. I'll buy one for you when I come back."
"You're leaving again?" Thomas lowered his gaze, a hint of gloom creeping into his eyes.
"I'll be back soon. After that, Mom will take Tommy for the surgery. After the surgery, Tommy can go outside to play!"
"Hehe, Mom's the best." The little guy put his face close to hers and planted a big kiss on her cheek.
