"Why don't you want a braid? Didn't you say girls with long hair are cute?" Chu Xiaoge asked with a smile, skillfully washing her daughter's hair, and then took a towel to dry it.
Chuchu was almost done bathing and tried to climb out of the tub herself, saying like a little grown-up, "Mom, you're working now, and Grandpa is sick. Where would you find time to braid my hair?"
Speaking on her own, Chuchu actually considered things quite thoroughly.
Chu Xiaoge had been wondering if her child was very fickle, but then she heard such a heartwarming sentence.
It's often said that a daughter is her mother's little warm jacket, and this is indeed true.
Chuchu is still so young, but she already knows how to relieve her mother's worries.
Chu Xiaoge sniffled, her voice starting to choke up.
She also climbed out of the tub, wrapped Chuchu in a bath towel, and lightly tapped her nose, "Our Chuchu is the most considerate! But mom still has time to braid your hair."
