Yi Luowa gently wiped her son's eye corner with her thumb, "You're only a few minutes older than your sister, and you're already bearing the responsibility of looking after your younger siblings. Do you feel wronged?"
Zi Yan shook his head, "Not at all, sometimes my younger siblings even look after me. Like last time when I was sick..."
Zi Yan realized he had slipped and quickly stopped.
Yi Luowa was taken aback, "You were sick? What happened? Why didn't anyone tell Mom?"
"Big brother had diarrhea and couldn't even stand up." Zi Xi, sitting on Dad's lap, pouted and said, "Second grandpa carried brother to the bathroom, but grandpa's leg isn't good, so later, sister and I helped brother."
Yi Luowa sniffed, "It's all Mom's fault for letting you guys suffer."
