A'Lang grew day by day. Having grown up freely, he did not become a crude wild child. With enough freedom, a …
A'Lang grew day by day. Having grown up freely, he did not become a crude wild child.
With enough freedom, a child harbors little rebellion—because anything he wanted to try, as long as it wasn't immoral or illegal, his mother encouraged him to do.
If he succeeded, mother and son would rejoice together. If he failed, Wan Yan's comfort would brush away the gloom from the child's heart.
After all, Mother was always there. Nothing to fear.
From a young age, A'Lang knew what should be done, what shouldn't, what he liked, and what he didn't.
One day, A'Lang came home from school carrying a large game board.
"Mom, this is Piaoyao Battleboard," A'Lang excitedly explained to Wan Yan.
"Let Mom see." Wan Yan habitually reached for it. But this time, A'Lang deftly avoided her hand.
"This is... a friend's from school. We shouldn't damage it." A'Lang paused, putting down his bag. "Mom, I'm going out with friends. Don't wait for me for dinner."
Watching A'Lang's back as he left, Wan Yan finally realized how tall her son had grown.
Of course, she was glad her child had friends, glad he was experiencing new and interesting things.
She didn't blame him. She knew, eventually, she had to let go.
If she wanted to be with her child longer, she had to try to understand his world.
"Swash... barkler? What a name." Wan Yan smiled self-deprecatingly.
Tomorrow, I'll go to the market and buy one to try.