The thought of this made Jocelyn's eyes red.
It's really a shame that a father who loves children so much and looks forward to the birth of his grandson and granddaughter doesn't even get a chance to hug them once after they are born.
The only time they met, the children were still inside the incubator and no one else could even touch them.
She thought that it would be a pity for her father, wouldn't it?
The more she thinks about this, the more messy and broken Jocelyn emotions becomes.
Soon, she was in tears again.
Tears blurred her vision and she recalled, again, the little moments she had with her father, from childhood to adulthood.
Her father was really good to her.
She's the daughter her father loved from his heart.
A good father like that had gone without ever having enjoyed her dutifulness properly.
Since then, she has never had a father.
When she came home, there was no longer anyone, sitting on the sofa, smiling at her while elegantly sipping tea.
There is no one, any more, to be her family.
She became an orphan.
A fatherless and motherless orphan.
If she could, how she wished it was all just a joke played on her by the gods.
If it were possible, she would have been a dream.
Woke up from a nightmare, opened her eyes and her father called and told her to come home for dinner.
Back home, there was her father, with his kind and smiling face, and his fatherly admonitions full of love.
Once upon a time, she always felt that her father was nagging.
Many times, she would even change the subject because she didn't want to listen to her father's nagging.
But now, she really wants her father to nag her in the ear again.
There are many things that are precious only when they are no longer available.
Jocelyn once again scared Allie by looking like this.
Allie knew very well what Jocelyn was thinking at this moment.
She said cautiously, "Jocelyn, don't cry, too many tears after childbirth will lead to a disease, I have a friend who had too many tears after childbirth and later got dry eyes, which could not be cured for the rest of her life."
And how could Jocelyn listen to all that now?
Her emotions, which she could not control at all, could not be collected and released at all.
When grief is extreme, one is often not so sensible.
"I know that you are in a bad mood, but control it, okay? Look, your children are looking at you, with their eyes, they can feel your emotions. I think they will be sad and upset now when they look at you like this." said Allie again.
Jocelyn nodded slightly, but once again she broke down in tears.
She closed her eyes and wept silently.
Everyone knows the big truths, but it's the little emotions that are hard to control.
Soon the children drank up all the milk.
Allie then put away the bottles.
And then it was time to change the children into brand new nappies.
As Allie did everything, Jocelyn opened her eyes and stopped crying.
Perhaps it was because the tears had been flowing for too long, at this moment, Jocelyn felt her eyes hurt like hell.
Along with the head, it tore pain from the heart.
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