"There were many times like this, right?" Adrian Zhekova asked.
Cindy Clarke tilted her head and thought for a moment without denying it: "Hmm, especially when he was a baby and couldn't talk. He would cry when he was hungry and cry when he was sick and uncomfortable. It was hard to tell if he was hungry or not feeling well somewhere."
"At first, I had no experience and thought he was hungry. But he wouldn't eat and just kept crying. It broke my heart, so I hurriedly took him to the hospital. That's when I found out he had a fever. Because he couldn't talk, he could only express himself by crying."
"He had fevers repeatedly, and I would have to watch him constantly since there was no one available to help. At that time, I indeed felt very tired and exhausted. But as long as I saw him healthy and happy, I felt it was all worth it." Cindy smiled.
"From his birth to the present, can you tell me more about these things?" Adrian Zhekova suggested.
"Now? It's late."
