Fortunately, she grew up healthy. She was very well-behaved and sensible in her environment. She remembered Maximilian and my birthdays.
Vilhelmina would prepare surprises in advance. She also always got good grades. It made me as her parents didn't need to worry about her. She won several prizes for her essays. The crayon drawings were bound into a book, recording the warm moments of our family.
I don't understand, she grew from an embryo the size of a soybean grain and then she slowly grew limbs and five senses. She could make a fist and stomp her legs. She also could laugh and jump like a good child.
I asked in my heart, ‘How could it fit into such a small jar like this?’ It wasn't until the staff patted me that I realized my lapel was soaked with tears. I got up with difficulty holding the jar. The phone suddenly rang at this time, it was Maximilian Kostomarov calling.