Knight, with conviction, seemed like a little adult as he spoke.
Cheryl and Adam were tearful as they watched.
Their son had finally become sensible.
It wasn't easy.
It seemed the older generation was right; people could only learn to grow through great hardships.
At the same time, the couple felt bittersweet.
If it took this kind of pain for Knight to grow, then they would rather he never grew up.
"Baby," Cheryl couldn't help but embrace Knight.
From an angle their parents couldn't see, Knight secretly caught Mrs. Tuchman's eye.
What a clever little one.
Mrs. Tuchman couldn't help but to stifle a laugh.
She was proud of her grandson, who was wise beyond his years.
At that moment, Adam suddenly looked back to his mother and said, "Mom, Miss Thompson will arrive soon for Knight's surgery, please don't give him anything to eat!"
"I know, I know," Mrs. Tuchman was impatient, "I'm not a three-year-old child, do you need to repeat it so many times?"
