When An'an was four, his mother fell ill and was hospitalized.
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He was sent to stay at Uncle Xie’s house, where he moved into a huge villa. He thought he was a child nobody wanted, so he huddled in a corner, afraid to speak. He even tried to walk without making a sound, worried that if he wasn’t good, he would be sent away.
But later, he discovered that
Uncle Xie didn’t say much, but would quietly tuck him in late at night and buy him every toy and picture book he liked.
An’an’s six older brothers and sisters took turns bringing him home, flying kites with him, building models, and visiting orchards. They were afraid he might feel shy, so they even made a point of speaking softly.
The boy from the Lu family next door came home from school every day and kept him company across the fence, building blocks, reading picture books, and sharing snacks.
Little by little, An’an came to understand one thing: he wasn’t a burden. He was the precious little darling everyone thought of and cared for.
