"Liar, Mommy, you liar... You don't have a baby at all. You don't have a father at all. I want a father, I still want a father..." he said and began to cry again.

"You little guy... I didn't lie to you. I really have a baby, but the baby is very small. Next year, when the baby grows up, he will come out to play with you. Don't cry, okay? If you keep crying, Mommy will also cry." I didn't expect that Cedric would be more difficult to coax as he grows up, so I had to comfort him patiently.

"Does the baby have a father?" He stopped crying...