The day A'Lang was born, Wan Yan lay in bed, happily wiping away tears. The searing pain hadn't yet faded, bu…
The day A'Lang was born, Wan Yan lay in bed, happily wiping away tears.
The searing pain hadn't yet faded, but she couldn't wait to take the wailing infant from the midwife's hands
"My child... thank you."
"Thank you for choosing me as your mother. Thank you for being willing to come into this world through me."
Wan Yan silently vowed she would give this child a life of freedom and joy.
From infancy, Wan Yan was unwilling to let her child suffer the slightest grievance.
It wasn't that Wan Yan couldn't bear to discipline A'Lang—a child's growth needs rules. But she never burdened him with expectations that shouldn't be placed on a child. Compared to other parents constantly nagging about hoping their son becomes a dragon, Wan Yan most often said, "Mother will listen to you."
She knew from the start that her child didn't belong to her, but to himself. That he was willing to be born at her knee and call her 'Mother' was fortune spanning lifetimes.
Wan Yan was Buddhist, often offering lamps before the Buddha even before marriage.
After having A'Lang, she would light an extra lamp just for the child, in A'Lang's name.
"My child, Mother lights this lamp for you, but you must know that any future glory is your own making."
"When the time comes for you to fly away, don't feel bound by me."
"But whenever you're tired, Mother will always keep a home for you."