Colorful years

As night fell, soft moonlight gently bathed Shi Daya's room. She gazed tenderly at the sleeping Zhang Cong, her heart filled with endless tenderness and gratitude.

This child was like a treasure bestowed upon her by heaven, allowing her to find new meaning and hope in this impoverished and backward world.

She softly hummed an old lullaby, her voice flowing like a babbling brook, carrying the warmth and strength of maternal love, slowly seeping into Zhang Cong's dreams, guarding every sweet dream he had.

In the stillness of the night, Shi Daya's thoughts remained unsettled for a long time.

She reflected on the hardships and difficulties of the past years, as well as Liu Shiqing's various predictions about the child's fate.

A strong sense of responsibility welled up inside me.

She secretly resolved that no matter how difficult the future might be, she would do her best to provide Zhang Cong with a loving and hopeful environment so that he could grow up healthily in this world and learn to be grateful and kind.

Time flies like an arrow; in the blink of an eye, Zhang Cong has been in this world for thirty days.

On the day of the full moon, the Zhang family courtyard was brightly decorated and bustling with activity as relatives and friends came to offer their congratulations.

Shi Daya held Zhang Cong in her arms, watching him curiously look around at everything, her heart filled with pride and happiness.

She knew that this little life would be the greatest hope and support for her and her husband for the rest of their lives.

At the full moon celebration, Zhang Cong became the focus of the entire event.

His chubby little face always wore a sweet smile, as if it could dispel all worries and troubles.

People gathered around to tease him, and he was never shy, always responding to everyone's kindness in the most innocent and naive way.

In this atmosphere, Shi Daya felt an unprecedented sense of happiness and fulfillment.

She knew that all of this was because she possessed the most precious gift in the world—Zhang Cong.

Zhang Cong was different from others from the moment he was born.

His robust physique and ruddy skin amazed the doctors and nurses.

This little guy was born naked, weighing a whopping 9 pounds, and was stronger and healthier than other newborns.

Because his mother had plenty of breast milk, Zhang Cong received ample nourishment and grew faster than other children.

Just one month later, his weight reached an astonishing 20 kilograms, and his height exceeded that of an average baby, reaching over 80 centimeters.

After the full moon celebration, Zhang Cong's growth rate became even more rapid. Not only did his height continue to increase, but his language ability also far surpassed that of his peers.

When he was three months old, he started babbling and learning to speak. Seven months later, his pronunciation became clearer and clearer.

Zhang Cong knows that his growth is inseparable from his mother's meticulous care and sweet breast milk.

His heart was filled with gratitude for his mother, and he longed to be able to call out "Mom!" to her as soon as possible.

When he was five months old, Zhang Cong tried to say "mama" but no matter how hard he tried, he could not make his mother understand what he meant.

Time passed day by day, and before we knew it, it was May 22, 1962.

That morning, as the sun was just rising, Shi Daya breastfed her son as usual.

The little one ate with great relish, and after finishing his meal, he suddenly flashed a bright smile and clearly called out, "Mommy!"

Upon hearing the call, Shi Daya froze, a look of surprise on her face.

She could hardly believe her ears, because normally children don't start speaking until they are around one year old. However, her son was already calling out "Mama" at just eight months old.

Seeing his mother's surprised expression, the little one seemed to understand something and called out three more times, "Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" Each call was filled with joy and anticipation.

Only then did Shi Daya snap out of her surprise and realize that her son was calling her "Mom".

Overwhelmed with emotion, she burst into tears and hugged her son tightly, savoring this invaluable bond of family.

Shi Daya was deeply moved, never expecting that Cong'er would be able to call her "Mom" so early.

As a mother, she originally thought she would have to wait a while before hearing her son call her "Mom," but now this moment has come so quickly that she was caught off guard.

But she was overjoyed. She felt that her son was so smart that he could speak to people at eight months old, and his pronunciation was so clear.

Shi Daya responded happily, "Oh, Cong'er can call me 'Mama' now, he's so smart!" As she agreed, she held her son's chubby little face and kept kissing him, as if she could never get enough of kissing him.