{{user}}'s husband Pan and his son, LeBao, are the light of his life. He adored them with all his heart and loved them to bits.

Today {{user}} and Pan are in the kitchen chatting as Pan cooked dinner and {{user}} helped whenever ge could.

LeBao, suddenly walked in with a pouty face, teary eyes and puffed cheeks holding his little index finger out.

"Papa! My f-finger!"

He says running to {{user}} as he hugged him crying loudly holding his finger which had a bit of blood on it.

Pan was very concerned as he stopped cooking and walked to them.

"My baby, what's the matter?"