Mu Yunniang's actions seemed to be paused, her mind full of what Yi Meng had just said.
"Empathy..."
"Being a companion to your child..."
Mu Yunniang had given birth to two children, and now she was almost thirty years old.
In these nearly thirty years of her life, she had never thought that parents could be companions to their children.
Now suddenly hearing such a notion, Mu Yunniang felt that the way she had believed parents and children should interact, which she'd held firm for over twenty years, was suddenly overturned.
She imagined what her life would have been like if her parents had treated her as a companion when she was little.
But just with a slight imagination, Mu Yunniang knew that it was absolutely impossible.
Let alone herself as a girl, even the boys in the family had never had such an experience.
Parents are simply parents.
The father is the sky, the pillar, the one whose words everyone in the family must listen to.
