"Sweetie, slow down, don't worry, Mommy is fine!"
Ivy Aretha watched the little one take small, trembling steps, panicked by her shout, and quickly reminded her that the kitchen was only a few steps away from the living room.
Ivy was pushed by Michael Gordon onto the sofa, and just as she was about to open the medicine box, Bianca Aretha's head was already buried in the large hospital suitcase. Before Michael could speak, the little one had accurately found the burn ointment from the medicine box and handed it to him.
The dexterity with which she handled the situation was like a knife plunging into the depths of Michael's heart, his hand even trembling as he took the ointment from Bianca.
"Does your mommy get burned often?" Michael bent down to apply the medicine to Ivy, addressing Bianca while he asked the question, but only he knew how he truly felt.
"Yeah, yeah, Mommy is so clumsy! Before Aunt Cathy came, she would get burned every time she cooked!"
