She carefully tucked Twinkle into bed, ready to leave when she suddenly heard him murmur in his sleep, "Mom..."
Although the voice was small, in the quiet environment it was clear as day.
Laura Quincy felt a slight pang in her heart. Knowing this child had never had a mother, she was overwhelmed with sympathy. After her own mother had passed away in a car accident when she was fifteen, she had dreamt of her almost every night during that time...
So she could completely relate to the sadness of missing one's mother...
Her fingers involuntarily brushed against Twinkle's eyebrows. What an adorable, well-behaved child. His mother in heaven would surely feel heartache knowing this, wouldn't she?
Suddenly, she remembered that her friend Nina had said Twinkle's eyebrows resembled her own...
She couldn't help but take another look, and the more she looked, the more she felt...
