The child was too little to drink the medicine on her own, so she could only feed it to her with a spoon.
Every time she saw her daughter crying so hard it was like her heart was being torn apart, it felt as if a knife were slicing through her own heart.
But other than crying along with her daughter, there was nothing she could do. She could only be a ruthless mother, prying open her little mouth again and again, forcing the medicine down…
The doctor said Baobei wouldn't live past one year old. She refused to accept it and took care of her day and night without sleep; after her first birthday, Baobei was fine.
Then the doctor said Baobei wouldn't live past three. She still didn't believe it. Under her meticulous care, although three‑year‑old Baobei was still very weak, she still stubbornly pulled through.
