"Mom... Mom..."
I called out eagerly, giggling as I ran towards her, clumsily tumbling over.
She hugged me tight, kissed me, loved me.
"That's great, you can call mommy so early, baby, you will definitely be smart in the future!"
...
"Phew!" I blew out the three candles on the cake in one breath.
Mom clapped her hands and asked me, "Baby, you blow out three candles on your birthday this year, so how many will you blow out in 8 years?"
"I... I..." I stammered, looking down.
"Alright, let him rest, it's his birthday," said Dad, a bit blurry and a bit annoyed.
"What do you know!" Mom turned around irritably, "He's already three years old and still needs his fingers to do simple addition and subtraction, others have already memorized multiplication tables!"
"You mind others."
"What if she can't get into a good school in the future? You gonna support her for a lifetime?"
"I will."
"You can't even provide for me properly!"
