My brother has had a fever for three days, and it is a high fever.

In order to take care of him these two days, I slept with him.

In the past two days, the fever continued at night, and he couldn't sleep well. He tossed and turned and talked in his sleep.

I couldn't sleep either, so I turned off the light and watched over him, waiting to tuck him in, and feed him some water when he asked for water.

Tonight, he was suffering from a fever. He kept saying something while he was half asleep and half awake. I leaned down and listened carefully.

He said, I am the literacy king in the class. Mom, are you happy?

... Our music teacher is also a Taoist teacher, you know, mom?

...Mom, I keep rolling over, can't you sleep?

... You go to sleep too, mom, you don't have to look at me... Mom, I will go to class tomorrow, and I will go after the injection... Mom, will you pick up Xuanxuan tomorrow?

... I will get the injection after school at noon the day after tomorrow, and then go to school and sleep for a while in the hospital... ... I know that he is suffering from a fever, so I took a sling bottle during the day and took antipyretics at night, but it didn't work. I was very worried.

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After listening to his intermittent babble, tears fell down.

It feels like this six-year-old child is under a lot of pressure, and a lot of it comes from me.

I always like to focus on his shortcomings. I think he is too active and not attentive, I think he is naughty and not quiet, I think he is careless and sloppy and not meticulous... His voice gets louder at every turn, and he uses the dignity of a parent to reprimand and question him.

At this moment I feel how ridiculous and childish I am.

He is still a child, simple and beautiful, kind and lively, smart and clever, and good at studies. He loves reading, reciting and thinking. He is also what others see as "other people's children".