Lu Zhaolei wanted nothing more than to be a good Ada, so he had left the letters and gifts for his daughter. B…
Lu Zhaolei wanted nothing more than to be a good Ada, so he had left the letters and gifts for his daughter. But he didn't know if that was truly enough to be called one. After all, he would miss her birthdays, miss every fleeting moment as she grew.
He had even forgotten to make her a handball. How could a little girl grow up without one to call her own? The thought gnawed at him.
With the leftover ox-tendon, his hands worked clumsily, yet patiently, tying knot after knot.
Forgive your Ada, my daughter.
When your Ada returns, I will give you this belated gift myself.