"Although I'm reluctant to move, Wanwan, you've grown up. You're Mom's support now, and Mom will listen to you from now on,"
My mom smiled gently, her eyes filled with a blind trust.
As if, no matter whether my decisions were right or wrong in the future, she would always choose to listen to me.
I sniffed, a bit shyly tugged at her sleeve, "I'll protect you, umm, let's eat breakfast."
Midway through breakfast, Uncle Jiang called.
Uncle Jiang, named Jiang Xiankun.
He was a close friend of my dad's and had looked after my mom and me over the years.
Yesterday, I called Uncle Jiang, and he agreed to take me to Granny Wu in the village.
"Uncle Jiang, have you eaten breakfast? Do you want to make do at my place?" I asked Uncle Jiang over the phone.
Uncle Jiang politely declined, "I've eaten at home. I'm waiting outside for you. Come out after you've finished eating."
