She started crying as she spoke.
Whenever Qin Yin thought about how she had actually forgotten to attend Parents' Day at Nianzhi's kindergarten today, she felt guilty, especially when other kids had their parents with them, and he was left all alone watching. She couldn't imagine how a three-year-old child could bear it.
She also thought about the drawing by Nianzhi she found, and her heart ached even more.
She picked up Nianzhi and with slightly teary eyes said, "I'm sorry, Nianzhi, it was Mommy's fault."
Nianzhi reached out his little hand, gently patting Qin Yin's head, and said, "To know one's fault and to correct it is the greatest good."
Qin Yin: "..."
She stood up, took Nianzhi's drawing from her folder, and softly asked, "Nianzhi, is this your drawing?"
Nianzhi was trying to stand up from his chair because he saw that Mommy made Braised Chicken Legs today. He licked his lips and replied in a childish voice, "Yes, it's drawn by Baby."
