Where is your blood capillary?

As Mark was two years old, due to pneumonia, he had three times stayed in hospital for one week. In order to give him an injection, it was really a difficult quest for nurses to find out the right position to feed. An experienced paramedic could usually hit the target within 3 tries, but if Mark was treated by a fresh nurse, then it would absolutely be a disaster.

I would never forget his helpless scream when a young nurse had tried ten times but still missed his blood capillary. Mark struggled heavily trying to get rid of my hands fixing his arms. Having tears floating in my eyes, I couldn’t help being angry at the nurse’s awkward and asked for a senior one to handle it. Not until the thirteen try did the nurse give him a successful injection.

After such a horrible "torture", Mark was so tired that fell into sleep quickly and deeply. Looking at his innocent face, I realized that the most heartbreaking thing was to see your beloved suffering but you couldn’t do anything.

Do you love me?

Mark asked his mother, “Do you love me?”

“Absolutely.” she answered.

“What of me do you love?”

“I love your fat legs and round buttocks."

Then my wife asked Mark, “Do you love me?”

“Yes.” he answered.

“What of me do you love?”

“I love your eyebrows, “ meanwhile his fingers stroked her eyebrow and then moved downward, “your eyes, your nose, your lips, and your nei-ne (bosom).”

Could you image such words were told by a four-year-old boy who was still wet behind the ears? How should I describe him? A honey speaker, a romantic bastard, or a flirt? A fortuneteller said he would get married at an early age. I hadn't taken it into serious consideration. However, I have started to worry about that.

Then I asked him, “Do you love me, Mark.”

“I love you, papa.”

“What of me do you love?”

All of a sudden he appeared awkward and changed his answer, “I don’t love you.”