“Alright, go ahead.”
Sean nodded. He reached out his hand and gave Candy’s little face a pinch.
“Uncle Sean, look what I’ve brought for you!”
After watching her mother leave, Candy sneakily took out two Tootsie Rolls and placed them carefully into Sean’s hand.
“These are little treats from my teacher today, and I saved them up for you!”
Candy lifted her little head and said it with an adorable yet solemn tone.
Sean froze for a while, his hands trembled slightly as he caressed Candy’s little head.
Two miserable years.
It was all it took for Sean to experience how rare and precious it was to be held dear and remembered by someone else.
Children were not usually ill-willed.
The care she had for Sean was genuine.
“Uncle Sean, mommy said you’re all better now.
“What illness did you have?”
Candy, as she was leaning into Sean’s embrace asked innocently.
Sean chuckled as he nodded, then he answered her solemnly.
“Last time, Uncle Sean had forgotten some things.
“But now, I’ve remembered all of them.”
“If that’s the case… If you’re all better now, does it mean that you can’t play with me anymore?”
Candy’s doe-like eyes widened slightly as she asked anxiously.
“Why would that be so?
“I’ve just lost something and…
“Now, I’ll take back all those I’ve lost, bit by bit.”
Sean answered her meaningfully as he touched her little face.
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