"Mo'er, come here, drink this medicine." I was sleeping in a daze, and in the chaos, I could only hear someone talking to me. I opened my eyes slightly, and saw my mother standing there, holding a small white porcelain bowl in her hand. Steam was rising from the surface of the bowl. I guess she had just finished cooking.
"Mom, what kind of medicine is this? I'm not sick, why do I need to drink it?" I propped up my limp body and rubbed my eyes with my little hands, but I still hadn't woken up from the dream just now.
"Be obedient and drink the medicine." My mother did not answer my words and just asked me to drink the medicine.
I had no choice but to take the bowl, and the dark concoction and the pungent smell of the medicine rushed straight into my mouth and nose. Something churned in my stomach, and I couldn't help feeling nauseous.
I looked at my mother, but she didn't react. She just stared blankly ahead, wondering what she was thinking.
I had no choice but to hold my breath hard, put the medicine to my mouth, and drank it all in a few sips. My mouth was immediately filled with the bitter taste of the medicine, which made me want to go crazy.
I don't know what kind of medicine this was, until I got more and more sleepy. I was about to close my eyes, but I heard my mother's soft cry and her choked-up tone of voice: "Mo'er, my good Mo'er, how can I let it go, how can I let it go..." I raised my hand. I wanted to lift it up and put it into my mother's warm hand. I wanted to say, mother, don't cry. If you have any sad things, just tell Mo'er. However, I couldn't do anything. I couldn't even bend my fingers. Gradually, I couldn't hear any sound anymore and fell into darkness.