Ella Lacey busied herself by examining her child from head to toe, meticulously and even pinched her, fearing there was something wrong with her baby.
However, her baby remained calm and gave her a heart-stabilizing pill, "Mommy, I'm fine."
"It's good that nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong..."
Ella felt like crying, tears already swirling in her eyes, and as she looked around at the low, dilapidated factory buildings, the moist moss, and the harsh environment, she whimpered:
"Little Mosquito, it was because Mommy didn't protect you that day, and let the bad people take you away...wooo... Mommy is so sorry... for making you suffer here..."
"Mommy, I'm really fine, don't blame yourself." Little Mosquito patted her back, like a little adult.
It seemed not as if Ella was comforting her but rather, she was consoling her own mommy.
