After crying for a while, I felt tired and didn’t want to cry anymore.
Someone was talking next to her, one voice was a little louder, and the other was a little lower, making her want to get closer.
She felt someone picking her up and putting her down, and there was a constant rustling sound. Then no one paid any attention to her. Everything around her was blurry. She waved her arms and legs for a while, and when she was tired, she fell asleep.
She felt someone touching her cheek again, so she opened her eyes and took a look. Although she still couldn't see the person clearly, she wanted to rely on him and get close to him, so she fell asleep peacefully again.
She was picked up in a warm embrace, but soon in another embrace. The sound of someone talking to someone else was heard again. Her sleep was disturbed and she cried aggrievedly when she was separated from the warm embrace.
She cried for a while, and it seemed like someone was comforting her.
Forget it, give her some face. I’ve coaxed her and patted her little butt gently. She feels very comfortable. Stop crying and go back to sleep.
Memories are always vague, and many things are not clear. But I remember being held in those two warm arms and coaxed softly. She especially loved to listen, so she listened quietly, fell asleep when she was tired, and hummed a few times when she felt uncomfortable.
That gentle female voice called her "An'an". An'an? It should be her, right? Then she responded and smiled at the person who called her gently.
When she grew older, she remembered who they were, and whenever she heard their voices she would unconsciously want to smile at them.
Mother loved her very much and often kissed her on the face and held her hand. Although father did not love to kiss her as much as mother did, he was also very gentle to her.
Oh, there was another voice, a little noisy, always talking to her when she was awake. As soon as she opened her eyes, she would see him lying beside her little bed, sometimes kissing her on the face.
An An stared at him for a while, then went to look for his father and mother.
Since he comes here every day, just give him some face and smile at him.
After smiling at him, he was very happy.
Later, An An found out who was making that noisy voice. It was her brother.
When she was three years old, she found out that this brother was her cousin, not her father's and mother's biological child.
But considering that his parents treat him as their own child and he treats her very well, she should also treat him as her own brother.
Many people hugged her, but An An liked it most to be hugged by her father and mother, especially her mother. She felt warm and comfortable when they hugged her.
She slept after eating, and played after sleeping. She held her mother and father's hands and babbled.
Although she didn't understand what she was saying most of the time and just wanted to talk to them, they would always respond to her.
An An could always hear her father calling her mother "Ali". After hearing it so many times, she remembered it very clearly.
When she was babbling, her mouth was always out of control. She wanted to call her mother, and then she blurted out "Ali".
The mother was very surprised when she heard this. She hugged her and kissed her face, "My dear baby is calling me mother?"
"Ali~"
Daddy patted her head and said, "Be good, An'an, call me mother. It's daddy who calls me Ali."
"Mom, dear." An An understood and tried hard to make his mouth and tongue obedient.
"Good baby."
An An bent her eyes and kissed her face, "Mother~"
Good mother, the best mother, she said in her heart.
"Yes."
After she called her mother several times, she began to call her father. Her father kissed her forehead tenderly and said, "Daddy is here."
There was an expectant look at her from the side. Oh, it was her brother, but she had not yet learned to call him brother. She would learn it tomorrow. Learning to speak was very tiring!
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