Now the mother tries again. This time, harder.
|Uh-oh...the child moved again. Off goes the flower, off with the radiant smile.|
“I can't take this!”
“Why you little...and all the effort I go through to try and love this child!”
|Oh dear. Now it's impossible to love her child. But if she doesn't love him, she will be labelled a bad mother.|
“Now don't you dare move!
If you do, you know what's waiting don't you?”
|Terrified, the child became unable to move.|