I held my son in my arms and pushed open the door. My daughter looked at the baby in my hand with surprise and curiosity. I put my son on the bed where my daughter had slept and washed her hands. When I turned around and came back, I found that my daughter had quietly crossed the railing and climbed onto the bed. She was sitting beside the baby. Her little hand touched his little hand carefully, and her eyebrows and eyes were all smiling. My daughter looked up at me and marveled, “Mom, he is so soft!” ] The daughter sold her small bed to welcome her younger brother’s stay with joy. My daughter has become sensible. The family Read More …