Chen Afu, seeing the redness around Dabao's eyes, bowed his head and rubbed his own face against the top of his head. In a soft voice, he said, "Good son, make a silent wish and don't say it out loud. Just blow out the candle in one breath. Your wish will come true."
Dabao looked up at her and asked, "Can I make only one wish? I have so many wishes."
Chen Afu looked at his bright eyes, twinkling like the stars of a summer night, pinched his little face and smiled saying, "Today you can make only one wish, save the rest for later. In the future, every birthday you have, your mother will make a cake for you."
Dabao nodded his head, glanced at the others with pride, happiness bubbling up in his heart.
