Ling awoke to find herself nestled between her dad and mom.
Her dad's arm was so long, it could hold both her and her mom in his embrace.
Ling lay there obediently, looking left and then right. It felt a little cramped, and a little hot, so she wriggled out from under the covers, wanting to wake her mom.
"Don't talk. Your mom isn't awake yet." The moment Ling stirred, she heard her dad whisper.
She immediately clamped her little mouth shut.
She turned her head to look at her mom's face. Her eyes were still shut tight—she really wasn't awake.
Her big eyes were filled with confusion. Usually, when she woke up, her mom was already out of bed.
If she let out a little fake cry, her mom would come hold her and ask if she'd slept well.
And if she'd had any dreams.
And also if she was hungry.
But today, she was awake, and her mom was somehow still asleep.
Ling covered her mouth, giggling, and said in a breathy whisper, "Mom's a little piggy…"
