At nine o'clock, the fireworks began.
Boom, boom, boom.
Beautiful fireworks bloomed in the night. They were especially designed for children, with flickering shapes of little bears, kittens, puppies, and the waterfall-like large golden light beam falling. How wonderful.
Adults were appreciating the fireworks when Big, who had been very obedient and quiet enjoying meat, threw the meat away in fear. Being frightened, he stood up and stamped his feet.
To him, the loud explosions of the last few fireworks were scary.
Senior Mr. Hopkins was the closest to the child. He quickly walked to Big and muttered, "Don't be afraid..." He wanted to hug him.
However, Christina moved even faster. She came to the child, squatted down, and looked straight into Big's black grape-like eyes.
"Cover your ears with your little hands."
Christina said softly, and at the same time, she covered Big's little ears with her slender hands.
Big's eyes were glistening with tears. Looking at Christina in front of him, he forgot to be afraid. "Use your little hands to cover my ears, or I will be afraid too." Christina urged him.
Big was very good at language learning. He could speak fluently when he was one year old.Besides, he could understand a lot and was very obedient.
Hearing his mother's words, Big did as she said. Like playing game, he covered Christina's ears with his little hands. Then, perhaps because he had never touched his mother's ears, he thought it was fun. He smiled shyly, and buried his head in her arms, giggling.
Unlike others' thought, Christina was not a bad mother who didn't know how to teach her kids.
Instead, she taught Big well.
Everyone present was surprised, especially Senior Mr. Hopkins.
He had been worried about that his two precious grandchildren would be misled by their unreliable mother, so he deliberately separated Christina and the children.
Actually, it didn't work to tell a child "don't be afraid" when he was in fear.
It was Christina's direct approach that taught the child to defend himself.
Thinking pattern played an important role in a child's development. Only when one was used to being proactive and defensive when encountering problems as a child can he learn to protect himself as an adult.
Small usually reacted slower than his brother.
Hearing the deafening sound of fireworks exploding in his ears, Small realized that he was afraid. He pursed his lips, ready to cry; he always cried.
Small was held in Patrick's arms.
Looking over there, his brother and mommy were covering each other's ears. He looked at his father in front of him with his big tearful eyes, and mimicked putting his soft hands to Patrick's cold ears.
Patrick could not tell what he felt. Warmth flowing through his heart, he felt that his younger son was born to be funny and kind. He cried so much, though, he was not a girl.
Patrick scratched Small's chubby waist to make the latter fluttered like a little carp, smiling and giggling. He knew his younger son was especially ticklish.
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