"Because the uncle who cooks brought over some tasty food, Mommy needs to get up, or the meal will get cold and won't taste good. That's why I woke Mom up. Otherwise, I would have wanted Mom to sleep more." His delicate little face had eyes that were dark and bright; it was unclear whom he resembled. His eyelashes were thick and black like little fans, making those beautiful eyes seem as if they could speak. At the moment, he looked uneasy, biting his small lip and saying in a soft voice, "I know Mommy has been really tired lately and hasn't had a chance to sleep in for a long time, but if you don't eat and sleep instead, you'll get a stomachache. Duidui doesn't want Mom to have a stomachache. Did I disturb Mom? If not, Mom can keep sleeping, and I'll help warm up the food later."
Little Baby learned to use the microwave when he was three because, while abroad, I often had to work overtime and couldn't make it home for meals on time.
