Just now, I was so focused on how thin those two children were, looking like mere skin and bones, not at all like proper little humans, that I didn't notice the clothes on Tuantuan and Yuanyuan. They were ragged and patched over patches until there were no more places left to patch. But what's strange is that I haven't seen Mo Yaner with any torn clothes in the two days she's been here, let alone any signs of mending.
"Why do you and your daddy's clothes have so many patches, but your mommy's don't?" Xuexue asked, wondering if her older sister was too domineering and selfish, keeping the good stuff for herself and not even caring for her own children.
Tuantuan looked at Xuexue and said, "Auntie, you don't know, ever since mom received the letter from Grandpa asking her to come home, she ran over to Old Granny Liu's next door and, after much pleading, finally borrowed a decent set of clothes to wear back."
