The little girl was about two years old, with chubby, rosy cheeks that made her look utterly adorable. She toddled over to the woman and proudly held up a drawing, offering it to her like a little one seeking praise.
The woman reached out and took it. Looking at the childish scribble on the paper, tears suddenly welled up and spilled down her cheeks for no apparent reason, yet she nodded repeatedly and murmured, "It looks like him, it really does... Siling drew Daddy so well, much better than Mommy did."
"Mommy, why are you crying? Auntie said that crybabies are all cowards... Siling is not a coward, and Mommy is not a coward either!"
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