The drawing board was roughly the size of a 4A sheet of paper, part of it carried images which must have been colored by Xiaoxiao herself, and another part consisted of words. There wasn't much text, and with such neat handwriting, it was unlikely that Xiaoxiao had written it herself. Perhaps she dictated it, and someone else had penned it for her.
Xiao Ye sat beside the bed, flipping through the pages one by one.
"XX year, XX month, XX day. This is the sketchbook Mom bought for me, I really like it. At the end is a cute smiling symbol."
"XX year, XX month, XX day. Today I played piano at the kindergarten performance, and grandpa, grandma, mom, and uncle all came to watch me. They said I was great."
"XX year, XX month, XX day. I haven't eaten steak for a long time, I really want mom to take me to have steak. At the end is a crying symbol."
