My mother beamed with delight as she watched my nephew finish the bowl of raw chicken blood, his mouth smeared with blood, letting out a satisfied burp. The scene was quite bizarre. Yet, my mother's smile grew even brighter, as if in the next moment, my nephew would turn into a genius.
Having pus and raw chicken blood every day, my nephew grew quickly under the careful attention of my mother and Paisley.
By eight months, he was bigger than children who were two years old, and my mother often credited it to her efforts, arrogantly accepting others' false praises with a smile.
However, on the day Gaven turned one year old, he suddenly developed a fever, vomited blood, and was kept in the ICU.
