Chapter 23 Drive Away
Song Xinran grabbed Song Xinwen's arm with one hand, and with the other hand quickly pulled out the things that the fried food vendor had just thrown away from the trash can, and then turned around and ran to the side with Song Xinwen.
The two figures were gradually obscured by the thin mist, and the sound of a garbage truck came from afar.
"Sister!" Song Xinran grabbed Song Xinwen and ran home in one breath. She closed the door and checked through the window to make sure no one was outside before she dared to speak. Her voice was filled with shock, "What were you doing picking up trash over there?"
Song Xinwen also looked suspicious: "Xinran, why are you up so early today?"
Song Xinran wanted to tell her that she had gotten up early specifically to look for evidence, but the words just swirled in her mind before she suddenly widened her eyes: "Sis, you didn't go to watch over the fried food stall with those two, did you?!"
Song Xinwen's pupils dilated.
The two stood frozen, staring at each other for several seconds, both seeing understanding and shock in each other's eyes. Finally, Song Xinran couldn't help but laugh: "What a coincidence!"
Song Xinwen was also overjoyed, saying, "I went to check it out last night, but I didn't find anything. I went again today."
Although Song Xinwen was convinced that the fried food stall was using inferior ingredients, Xinran said that food safety issues required concrete evidence, so she prepared to find some.
"Open it and see what they threw!" Song Xinwen urged, this was the result of her "following" them twice.
The two owners of the fried food stall put the food into a black garbage bag, which was tied very tightly, but it was very light when picked up.
Wearing gloves, Song Xinran tore open the garbage bag and saw what was inside: simple packaging bags with product names like "pork skewers" and "chicken and bone skewers" written on them, without even an ingredient list.
Song Xinwen picked it up and examined it, frowning deeply: "This doesn't look like anything good; it doesn't even have a certificate of conformity!"
"Xinran, let's tell everyone about this and get rid of that fried food stall next door! Selling this stuff to students is ruining our reputation!" Song Xinwen said angrily. She had been helping Song Xinran set up her stall in town and considered herself a fellow professional, knowing that this kind of thing was the worst thing for the industry.
Parents and teachers wouldn't say that a certain fried food stall uses bad meat; they wouldn't condemn the whole group based on a single incident and scold students for selling things at stalls near the school gate.
Honestly, the pot-boiled chicken they make is extremely clean; even their own children can eat it without worry.
Song Xinran, however, was deep in thought.
Seeing her like this, Song Xinwen calmed down and thought for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Are you worried that the fried food stall won't admit it? We can just slap the packaging bag in front of them, and they won't be able to deny it!"
Song Xinran shook her head: "They definitely won't admit it, but they don't need to admit it. The most important thing for setting up a stall in town is reputation and word of mouth. If everyone knows that they are using reconstituted frozen meat, they definitely won't buy their products. If they can't sell their products, they will have to leave."
Upon hearing this, Song Xinwen thought about it carefully and was immediately terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat. Wasn't this murder without leaving a trace?
Once the news gets out, as long as it spreads far enough and reaches enough people, regardless of whether it's true or false, he definitely won't be able to stay as town mayor.
What if people start talking badly about us in the future?
Song Xinran laughed: "Sister, we have nothing to fear if we are upright. So we need evidence to do this kind of thing. We can't just go around saying that someone else is using bad ingredients just because we think they are. We are all in the same industry, so we need to know the seriousness of our words, or we will end up hurting ourselves."
If everyone starts spreading rumors and making unfounded accusations, then nobody can keep doing it.
Upon hearing this, Song Xinwen suddenly realized that what seemed like an ordinary stall actually contained a lot of knowledge. Looking at Song Xinran, he had initially thought she had started setting up the stall without any preparation, but it turned out she had also learned quite a bit.
“I was just about to go to Hao You Lai Restaurant to pick up chicken carcasses, and I’ll take these packaging bags back with me to ask Boss Lei if he knows where I bought them,” Song Xinran explained. “That way, even if the fried food stall owner tries to argue, we’ll have more information and it will be more to our advantage.”
Song Xinran knew all too well the power of rumors. Just like the spicy snacks she used to eat as a child, everyone later said they were made from shoe soles. She was too young to tell the truth back then, and since there were so many other snacks to choose from, she stopped eating those.
It wasn't until I grew up that I realized it was just a business tactic. Whether it was true or not is not important. What's important is that everyone knew about it and was affected.
The company that was falsely accused gradually declined, and that product was never seen again.
However, Song Xinran would not do such a thing. Even if she wanted to spread rumors to drive people away, she would spread truthful and reliable information.
When Song Xinran arrived at the restaurant, it was not yet eight o'clock, but Lei Hong had already opened the door. As soon as he saw her, he greeted her excitedly, "You're here so early. The chicken bones haven't been completely removed yet."
Lei Hong is happy to make friends, especially to make friends with truly capable peers like Song Xinran, and they can exchange ideas and learn from each other from time to time.
After meeting yesterday, the two signed a contract for chicken carcass bones, and they will visit each other more often in the future. Who knows, they might even get to see how Song Xinran cooks. They just don't know who her teacher is or if she has any rules about not letting others see her cooking.
Song Xinran said, "Brother Lei, I have something else I'd like to ask you."
Lei Hong was very enthusiastic: "What is it? Tell me!"
Song Xinran took out the packaging bag: "I know that frozen meat skewers are sold in town, but I don't know where meat skewers packaged like this are bought from."
Lei Hong frowned as soon as he saw it: "That shop at the Pannan Bridgehead, that one sells the cheapest and has the worst quality, how come people are still buying from it?!"
"I know it definitely wasn't you who bought it. I can taste the difference in these things as soon as I eat them. The chicken in the pot yesterday was made with fresh, good meat!"
Song Xinran didn't hide anything: "It was a garbage bag thrown away by the fried food stall next to us. But Brother Lei, please keep this a secret for me. In a couple of days, everyone in town should know."
Lei Hong knew as soon as he heard that Song Xinran had a plan. He glanced at her and thought to himself that this girl looked young, but not only did she have excellent cooking skills, she was also quite smart. No wonder Zhou Zhengming praised her several times on the phone.
"Okay, I'll be waiting to see!"
*
The teahouses in Lingde Town are always packed with people. People play mahjong in private rooms, while others play cards in the main hall. Outside, in the pavilion, elderly men and women sit and chat.
The teahouse owner was a nice guy and would even serve them a free cup of tea. The elderly folks would chat about anything and everything, and if something happened here, most of the town would know about it the next day.
Song Xinran joined two days ago and quickly became one of the group thanks to her strong ability to cheer them on. Some people knew that she had a stall at the entrance of No. 3 Middle School and specifically asked her, "How's business? How much do you sell in a day? Why are you always the only one out? Where's your sister?"
Song Xinran sighed, "Business is just not good. I think about how to improve the taste and attract people every day. My sister is taking a nap at home, as you all know. The fried food stall next door has been having promotions and has taken away all our customers."
"Yes, I saw it too!" a woman in her sixties chimed in. "I don't like that stuff, but my grandson loves it. He says it's cheap these days and buys it every day. When I get home, I see it's covered in chili peppers. Ugh, I can't believe he can eat it!"
"Aunt Ma, you'd better tell your grandson that they're using dead rat meat, it's not safe to eat!" An older woman of similar age hurriedly advised upon hearing this, "The girl from the Du family in our building ate their skewers and ended up in the clinic for several days, costing us almost a hundred yuan!"
"What!" Granny Ma couldn't sit still any longer. "They're actually selling dead rat meat?!"
"yes!"
The conversation immediately heated up because of this topic. The elderly people who come to the teahouse to chat during the lunch break usually live in the town. They are old and don't have a proper job, so they help the young people take care of their children and cook. They have a lot of free time and like to find a place to chat about this and that. They talk about things that don't concern them, let alone things that concern their descendants.
They were all chatting enthusiastically, each adding their own comment, turning nothing into something.
Suddenly, an older woman remembered Song Xinran and hurriedly asked, "Sister Song, aren't you setting up your stall right next to the fried food stall? You're so close, did you see what kind of meat they're using?"
Immediately, pairs of eyes turned to Song Xinran, as if all were waiting for her to make a decision.
Song Xinran looked very surprised: "I didn't know. They had everything prepared when they came, but I had glanced at it a few times before. They were all just taken out of the freezer, and some of them hadn't thawed yet."
What she said was true. They went early every day, when the fried food stalls had just opened and were still packing up, but they always did it in a mysterious way.
But Song Xinran has a sharp eye; when she looks up, she can sometimes see ice crystals between their meat skewers.
An older woman clicked her tongue and said, "What good meat can you get from frozen skewers!"
Song Xinran said, "I don't know about that, but our family's Bobo Chicken uses fresh meat, which I buy at the market every morning!"
An older woman immediately chimed in, "Yes, I sometimes run into Song when I go to the market to buy meat and vegetables."
Song Xinran lowered her voice and said, "But I've also heard that the skewers they sell are made from lymph node meat that's been frozen for many years."
A gasp of surprise rang out, and an old woman asked, "Who said that?"
Song Xinran said, "Don't tell anyone about Sister Feng, who sells fried potatoes with us. She told me out of kindness, so as not to make things difficult for others."
"Don't worry, I definitely won't tell anyone!"
"That couple who sell fried skewers are really despicable. They sell lymph node meat to students. They have no conscience!"
"If I see my grandson buy this again today, I'll have to give him a good talking to and tell his parents how they can eat something so dirty!"
...
Hearing these words, Song Xinran pretended to persuade her, "Kids just like to eat these things, especially fried skewers, and they're having a promotion."
"What kind of promotion is this? None of the products are any good!"
Song Xinran felt a surge of joy, recalling the original owner's childhood memories of living in the countryside, where a group of old men and women would often sit together and chat about crickets.
The original owner and Song Xinwen's mother died early, and their father was too busy to take good care of them. Their family was the most likely to attract gossip.
Every time she passed by, some ill-intentioned people would ask her, "Has your father found you a new mother? How can two little girls live without a mother?"
The original owner loathed it.
Unexpectedly, she has now joined in herself. While those old men and women gossip about other people's families, she can casually make a few sarcastic remarks, feeling quite comfortable, while also spreading some true information to achieve her own goals.
A group of people in the teahouse were having a lively conversation. Song Xinran listened with amusement, occasionally chiming in to add fuel to the fire.
Suddenly, a shrill female voice rang out: "What are you saying now?! My meat skewers are excellent! If you talk about ruining my business, I'll tear your mouths apart!"
Xiong Li stormed over, complaining that business was getting worse every day. They were still holding events, but fewer and fewer people were coming. She even overheard people saying that they were using dead rat meat.
Xiong Li was furious. Who spread such rumors! They clearly bought the meat skewers from that store; it was a big bag and cost several yuan!
Xiong Li had been running a stall in town for quite some time and had some friends there. He quickly found out that the rumor had originated from a teahouse, so he rushed over as soon as he heard it and happened to overhear them talking about it enthusiastically.
Xiong Li's anger flared up instantly: "Which eye of yours saw the dead rat meat in my house?"
"That's easy for you to say. Have you ever eaten a dead rat? You're just talking badly about my family!"
"Who said that? I'm going to drag him to the police station and give him a good talking to!"
Xiong Li was clearly not someone to be trifled with. His eyes were wide with anger, and he was a burly man. His gaze swept over the old men and women as if he wanted to devour them.
An old woman said, "You're really something else! That girl ended up in the clinic because she ate your fried skewers!"
Xiong Li wasn't afraid at all: "Did she only eat our food and not even drink any water? She eats and drinks whatever she wants at home, and then blames us for everything when she has health problems. I'm going to take her to the city hospital to cut open her stomach and see what's inside!"
Xiong Li was a force to be reckoned with, single-handedly debating the group. Young and in her prime, she let the old women point and whisper, unafraid of being labeled disrespectful to the elderly. The group of old men and women were thus put on the defensive. Suddenly, a wise voice said, "Sister Song, didn't you say you saw them using dead rat meat?"
Xiong Li's murderous gaze fell on Song Xinran's head. Song Xinran looked directly into her eyes without flinching. The sharp gaze made Xiong Li a little scared, and she glared back: "If you talk nonsense again, I'll tear your mouth apart!"
Song Xinran laughed: "If you're going to tear something down, you have to tear someone else's down first."
She shrugged: "I didn't say you sold dead rat meat. I only heard from others that you sell frozen meat skewers."
She feigned an innocent expression, but Xiong Li didn't believe her at all: "Who else would say that besides you!"
Song Xinran deliberately covered up: "Don't worry about who said it. They are an honest person and would never talk nonsense!"
The elderly people around already knew from Song Xinran that the other person was Sister Feng, and they whispered among themselves: "The person who sells fried potatoes looks honest, so they definitely won't gossip."
"Exactly, if there's no problem, it's impossible for everyone to say it's bad!"
Xiong Li, of course, took these words to heart. If he had heard Sister Feng's name from Song Xinran, he would have thought that Song Xinran was up to something. But hearing it from these old men and women was completely different.
Especially these past few days, Sister Feng has been inexplicably getting close to Song Xinwen, and the two of them chat together every day. Xiong Li had long suspected that something was amiss, and upon hearing this today, he realized that Sister Feng was indeed trying to harm them!
Xiong Li's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He only wanted to deal with Song Xinran first. He strode towards her, but Song Xinran nimbly dodged and deliberately provoked him: "It's true that the child had a stomachache after eating the food from your stall. This never happened when our business was good."
"Even if it's not dead rat meat, it's probably meat that can't be seen by others."
Xiong Li roared in anger: "I'm going to drag you to the police station and lock you up!"
Song Xinran showed no fear, raising an eyebrow slightly: "Really? I just don't know if the police will arrest you or me at the police station."
"At the small shop near Pannan Bridge, a bag costs two yuan. No wonder people say it's so easy to make money this way."
Xiong Li froze on the spot, staring wide-eyed at Song Xinran in disbelief, his heart pounding with panic.
How did Song Xinran know their supply point? Does she have anything else in her possession? How could someone who's only been in town for less than a month possibly know such confidential information!
Song Xinran laughed provocatively: "Do you still want to go to the police station now? I happen to know someone who can testify and see what kind of meat you used."
In that instant, Xiong Li's momentum was completely shattered, and she was utterly defeated. She dared not say anything more to Song Xinran here. If Song Xinran insisted on going to the police station and revealing even bigger news, she would really be unable to recover.
But in front of so many people in the teahouse, he still had to pretend to be tough and say, "I don't understand what you're saying!"
Song Xinran said smugly, "You may not understand, but others do."
In Xiong Li's mind, that person was Sister Feng. She gritted her teeth, feeling like she wanted to tear her to pieces: "Just you wait, I'll take care of both of you!"
Song Xinran immediately panicked: "Who are you trying to deal with? They're telling the truth!"
Xiong Li looked at her and sneered before quickly leaving. She was in a state of great turmoil and was afraid that Song Xinran would take her to the police station.
As soon as Xiong Li left, the elderly men and women who had just been suppressed immediately started discussing among themselves:
"This person is obviously a black-hearted scoundrel; everything he sells is definitely junk!"
"Exactly, and he has a terrible temper; he doesn't know how to respect the elderly at all."
"If I see my grandson buying fried skewers from that place, I'll give him a good beating!"
...
As the group chatted, someone suddenly said, "Where's Song Meizi? She knows the inside story. Let her tell us."
But when everyone looked around, they couldn't even see Song Xinran.
With her mission accomplished, Song Xinran naturally returned home.
Song Xinwen could tell from her expression that there was probably good news today.
Song Xinran didn't mince words: "Xiong Li came to the teahouse today, and he was quite imposing, but he left after only a few words."
She rested her chin on her hand, and then, as if struck by a sudden thought, burst into laughter: "She's probably gone to see Sister Feng now."
Song Xinwen slapped the table excitedly: "You did a good job. They definitely won't dare to use us as pawns anymore."
Song Xinran nodded.
They had just started their stall, and being two women with a child, their business was doing quite well. Many people wanted to take advantage of them, but in the past, some fried food stalls specifically targeted them. Now, it's estimated that those fried food stalls will be leaving soon, and with Sister Feng's experience as a precedent, no one should think they're easy to bully anymore.
If things went as Song Xinran guessed, as soon as they set up their stall in the afternoon, Sister Feng walked over to them with a resentful look on her face.
The couple running the fried food stall next door stood with their arms crossed, watching coldly. Their tricycle was decorated with festive "Big Sale" signs, making them look out of place.
"What nonsense are you talking about!" As soon as she arrived at the stall, Sister Feng questioned loudly, "Did I say anything to you? Are you trying to ruin my reputation? And you even said that I told you that the fried food stall uses shoddy ingredients!"
Upon closer inspection, Song Xinran realized that Sister Feng was seriously injured. There were several light scratches on her face, and a bald patch on her head with red scalp, clearly indicating that her hair had been forcibly pulled out.
Song Xinran feigned a wronged expression: "Sister Feng, we didn't say anything."
Sister Feng glanced at the fried food stall out of the corner of her eye and said sternly, "You went out and formed gangs and gossiped with people, and then you said I taught you to do it. What did I teach you?"
Song Xinran still looked aggrieved: "Sister Feng, you misunderstood. I didn't say that you taught me."
"What if someone comes to me and says I have a big mouth, and they want to tear my mouth apart?!" Sister Feng is really furious right now.
She was having a nice afternoon nap at home when there was a knock on the door. As soon as she opened it, the couple from the fried food stall rushed in and started yelling at her. Xiong Li, that shrew, even started hitting her. But Sister Feng didn't let her off easy either, and she did a lot of dirty tricks behind her back.
But she wasn't done getting revenge yet. She still needed to talk things out with the two people from the Bobo Chicken restaurant and find out who was talking nonsense!
She didn't name names what kind of meat the fried food stall used or where it was bought.
Song Xinran opened her mouth, then lowered her head and remained silent.
Song Xinwen stood up, looking like he could no longer tolerate it: "Sister Feng, I didn't tell anyone else that the fried food stall used rotten meat, I only told my family."
Sister Feng had anticipated this, and immediately retorted, "When did I tell you that?"
Song Xinwen remembered it clearly: "On Tuesday night, when I was drinking water at the teahouse, you came over and called me away. There were so many people there!"
Before Sister Feng could retort, Song Xinwen spoke up first: "If you hadn't told me all this, how could I, a newcomer, know so much! If you hadn't told me where Xiong Li and the others lived, how could I have gone there directly! You even said where you could buy these frozen meat skewers and that you saw Xiong Li and the others go there."
Sister Feng's eyes widened. When did she say such things?
Seeing Song Xinwen's confident expression, she almost thought her memory was faulty.
Before she could finish speaking, Song Xinwen interrupted her, saying, "I used to live in the countryside and I'm not very familiar with towns, how could I possibly find these places! Sister Feng, I treated you like an older sister, and now you're criticizing my sister? I really misjudged you!"
Sister Feng was utterly shocked: "I didn't say any of that!"
How could she possibly tell Song Xinwen these things? The shopkeeper at the Pannan Bridgehead wasn't someone easy to get along with either. How could she offend someone by telling Song Xinwen such detailed information?
She suddenly realized that she had fallen into a trap set by the Song Xinran sisters, but before she could speak, Xiong Li pounced on her.
It's obvious to everyone how close Sister Feng and Song Xinwen have been these past few days. And Song Xinwen is right, how could a newcomer like her know all this in such a short time? Someone must have been talking about it!
Xiong Li roared in fury, "Feng Fang, how dare you harm me!"
Sister Feng's pupils dilated, and she quickly dodged. Yang Changhai followed suit and started fighting. Sister Feng's stall was in front, and when her husband saw what was happening, he immediately ran over. Instantly, the four of them were fighting in a chaotic mess.
Nearby stall owners rushed to break up the fight, shouting, "Stop fighting! Are you even going to do business anymore?!"
However, he didn't do anything with his hands. In the end, seeing that it was almost time for school to end, he reluctantly separated the four of them.
But today, the fried food stall's business has plummeted. I don't know if it's because the couple both had injuries or because the news about the dead rat meat was shocking, but although the loudspeaker is still loudly hawking the food, there's no one there.
Several students who wanted to buy fried skewers were pulled away by their companions before they even got close: "Don't buy them, do you want to eat rat meat?"
Xiong Li and Yang Changhai looked like they were trying hard to suppress their urge to curse, but they could only keep their mouths shut in frustration.
The food stalls near the Third Middle School were doing good business that day, but the most popular items were Bo Bo Chicken. Song Xinran's stall was doing as well as when it first opened, and it sold out in less than an hour.
Song Xinwen triumphantly declared, "Finally, we've taken care of the fried food stall. Let's see if they dare to laugh at us again!"
Song Xinran said, "I don't think there will be a future. The news that their ingredients are bad has spread throughout the town, and no one will buy from them anymore. In a small place, the most important thing for doing business is reputation."
Song Xinwen beamed with joy: "That's wonderful!"
Song Xinran said, "Let's go home quickly. Xiao Yu has been home alone for two or three hours."
Because of what happened at the teahouse during lunch break today, Song Xinran predicted that there would be a significant disturbance when she set up her stall this afternoon.
Song Yu was still so young, and Song Xinran didn't want him to see these things, and was even more afraid of implicating the child, so she let Song Yu play at home by himself for a while, and they would come back after they finished selling.
“Xiao Yu is the most obedient child, you don’t need to worry about him,” Song Xinwen said. “Back when we lived in the countryside, during the busy farming season, there was a lot of work in the fields, and I basically didn’t have time to take care of the children at home. Cai Yongde also had to go to work. Xiao Yu and Xiao Yang were the only two at home. Xiao Yang would run all over the mountains and fields, while Xiao Yu was very well-behaved and would stay at home to play.”
Song Xinran thought back to when she left today, she was still a little worried about Song Yu, but the little boy obediently saw them to the door and said in his childish voice, "I will wait at home for Mom and Aunt to come back, and I will not open the door for anyone who knocks."
Song Xinran affectionately patted his little head.
As they spoke, the two reached the door. Song Xinran opened the door and called out, "Xiao Yu, we're back."
They thought Song Yu would happily run out, look at them with her round eyes, help take the things from their hands, and ask in her childish voice, "Mom and Auntie, did you sell out so early today?"
But there was no sound from inside the room. Song Xinran's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly put down what she was holding and started searching the room: "Xiao Yu!"
The house isn't big; it has two rooms, a kitchen, and a bathroom, and you can see everything in just a few steps.
When Song Yu wasn't home, Song Xinran panicked.
Song Xinwen quickly said, "Let's go out and look for him! Xiao Yu is a well-behaved child, he's probably out playing. He's been in town for half a month, he knows the way!"
Despite her panic, Song Xinran still retained a shred of rationality: "No, sister, you stay home and wait for him. After Xiao Yu comes back, you keep an eye on him. I'll go out and look for him."
Seeing that her eyes were almost red with worry, Song Xinwen quickly nodded: "Okay, okay, don't worry, Xiao Yu won't run away."
Song Xinran hummed in agreement and hurriedly went out. She accidentally kicked the threshold and almost fell, but luckily she grabbed the wall to steady herself. Without lingering, she ran outside.
Song Xinwen was also restless at home, muttering to himself, "He's usually quite obedient, he doesn't run around when I take him to the stall, what's wrong with him today..."
Song Xinran is very familiar with Lingde Town. She often takes Song Yu out for shopping and walks when she has free time, but these past two days she has been focusing more on the fried food stall next door.
She felt remorseful. Song Yu was only a three-year-old child. Even if he was usually well-behaved, she should have paid more attention to him. Children of this age need the most care from adults.
They came to the town from the village. She was an adult, had her own job, and had made new friends, so she easily adapted to the new environment.
But Song Yu only has her; he doesn't even know a single child. In this place that is still very unfamiliar to him, he will definitely feel lonely at home alone.
The more Song Xinran thought about it, the more upset she became. She knew she shouldn't let her emotions get the better of her; the most important thing was to find Song Yu.
After wandering around the town for a while without seeing anyone, Song Xinran's heart sank. She thought she should go back first, in case Song Yu had already returned.
Song Xinran pursed her lips and ran home. Before she even got close, she heard Song Xinwen's voice:
Song Xinran took a step and ran over.
The door was pushed open with a "bang".
Song Yu stood in front of the sofa with his back to the door, his head down. His small figure looked a little pitiful. His clothes were somehow dirty, and Song Xinwen was wiping his hands with a wet towel.
Hearing the door open, the child turned around, his grape-like eyes brimming with tears. As soon as he saw her, the tears rolled down his cheeks.
"Mom." Song Yu ran towards her, but in her panic, she accidentally kicked her right foot with her left and fell to the ground with a thud.
His sobs were soft, and he only managed a couple of choked sobs.
Song Xinran felt a pang of heartache and quickly ran forward, squatting down to pick him up.
Tears streamed down the little boy's face. His hands, red from the fall, clung to her neck as he sobbed softly, "Mommy, don't leave me."
Author's Note: Thank you everyone for the nutrient solution! There's so much more now, thank you so much! [starry eyes][starry eyes][confetti]
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