You are like the warm sun

Chapter 242 Little Tang Xin - Extra 10
My name is Tang Xin.

His nickname is Tang Damao.

Both of these names were given to me by my father.

My mom said the "Xin" in my name comes from the "Ci" in my dad's name. Tang Xin, which sounds the same as "Tang Xin," means I'm their sweetheart.

However, my mother didn’t know that this name actually didn’t have such a beautiful meaning.

My father told me that he named me "Xin" because it was very difficult for my mother to conceive and give birth to me, and my mother risked her life to give birth to me.

I love my mother and my father very much.

They love me too.

However, although I was young, I could see that my parents’ love for me was different from their love for each other.

Compared to his wholehearted love for my mother, my father's love for me is a bit perfunctory.

He puts his mother first in everything.

I'm a little jealous.

One day, I took a storybook to my father and asked him, "Dad, if my mother and I fell into the water at the same time, who would you save first?"

He was washing vegetable leaves in the kitchen. He looked down at me and chuckled twice, "What do you think?"

OK.

I know the answer.

He would definitely choose to save his mother first.

Oh, it breaks my heart.

The day after I asked this question, my father enrolled me in a swimming class. He said that only someone who couldn't swim would humiliate themselves by asking such a question.

My father is worthy of being the most educated person in our family. I think what he said makes sense.

I will definitely learn how to swim so that when my dad and mom fall into the water at the same time, I can save my mom first.

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It is said that every family has its own problems, but ours is very simple.

Including my little darling, there are only three of us in our family. The only two relatives we have are my great-uncle and my grandmother, but we don't visit them often, not even during the Chinese New Year.

Come to think of it, I have never met my grandma.

Dad said that grandma is still alive, but they will never meet again.

Why? Isn't grandma dad's mom?
I was a little curious, but my father didn't want to tell me, saying I was still young.

Well, the world of adults is so complicated.

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Mom and Dad are very loving.

We do have fights occasionally, but they're minor. At their worst, it's just Dad getting told to do chores for the day by Mom, and then they'll make up quickly, without me having to worry about anything.

At night, Dad always has Mom all to himself.

I don’t quite understand why two adults have to sleep together, while I, a little kid, have to sleep in a room alone?

The baby is still young.

The baby is scared.

No matter what, I'm going to sleep with them.

However, no matter how long I made a fuss about this matter, my father firmly disagreed.

My father said that I am a little man and sleeping alone is a test for me.

Humph.

I think he is fooling me.

……

Because the two adults in my family love taking photos, there are a lot of photos at home. The photo albums alone fill up half of the bookshelf.

Among them are several photo albums, which my father treasures very much.

He only showed it to me once. It contained photos of him and his mother, from high school to college, to marriage, and then to the birth of me... It was full of memories.

I also want to make memories with them.

So I pestered my father to make a photo album for me, and all the photos in it were taken by me.

Am I awesome!

This photo album records the story of our family of three, which is warm and happy.

And this story has a long way to go...

(End of this chapter)