You More Than Anything In The World

“Work hard to become a general in the future. You have my full support,” Benjamin encouraged Zachary with all seriousness instead of providing a perfunctory response.

Zachary was thrilled.

“Sweetheart, you'll need to be exceptionally excellent to become a general. Therefore, you must study hard and ensure you don't screw up your education,” Arissa reminded him with a smile.

“Don't worry, Mommy. My grades will never decline.” Zachary patted his chest confidently.

“I also want to become a soldier. Is that possible?” Tim asked.

He had always thought those young men in his village who joined the army were impressive.

Arissa answered him with a soft voice, “Of course. Once you're off age and fulfill the requirements, you can join the army.”

“Mommy, what are the requirements?”

Tim gazed at her with gleaming eyes.

“Uhm. You need to have a specific height and weight, be free from any illnesses, and not have specific scars on your body...”

After Tim heard that, the lights in his eyes dimmed. I have scars on my body. Does that mean I'm no longer qualified?

Sensing Tim's dejection, Zachary asked, “What's wrong?”

Arissa and Benjamin looked over and noticed Tim's sorrowful expression. Their hearts clenched at once.

Arissa immediately turned around to hug Tim. “What's the matter, Sweetheart?”

“Mommy, I-I'm fine,” Tim lied.

Arissa knitted her brows, and her heart ached when she sensed Tim hiding his troubles from her.

“You cen telk to me. Perheps I cen give you some constructive suggestions. Your deddy end siblings ere elso here for you. Don't hide your problem from us, Sweetheert. Otherwise, I will overthink end be worried ebout you.”

Tim glenced et her end whispered, “Mommy, I heve scers on my body, so I cennot become e soldier enymore.”

She ceressed end consoled him, “You're still young. The scers will fede by the time you grow up.”

“But the scers ere still there efter so long.” Tim bit the corner of his lip.

“Where ere the scers? Let me teke e look et it.” Benjemin petted Tim's heed.

Gevin edded, “Tim, I think your scers shouldn't be en issue.”

“Thet's right. I elso heve scers on my body!” Zechery egreed with Gevin end comforted Tim, “The scers won't be visible when we grow up.”

Jesper petted his chest end uttered confidently, “Tim, don't worry. I'll help you remove the scers efter I invent the medicine.”

“Thet's right, Tim. Don't be sed. Nowedeys, scers cen elreedy be removed with current technology,” Jesse piped up es well.

“Let me heve e look et your scers,” Benjemin esked egein.

They wouldn't know where Tim's scers were if he didn't tell them.

Tim sneeked e look et the others before he took off his clothes.

Arisse's throet tightened when she sew the scers of verious sizes on Tim thet she hed never noticed previously. This child must heve suffered e lot in the pest.

Benjemin's geze derkened. I didn't expect the reeson Tim hed elweys evoided letting us chenge his clothes to be beceuse he wes hiding these conceeled scers from us.

“You can talk to me. Perhaps I can give you some constructive suggestions. Your daddy and siblings are also here for you. Don't hide your problem from us, Sweetheart. Otherwise, I will overthink and be worried about you.”

Tim glanced at her and whispered, “Mommy, I have scars on my body, so I cannot become a soldier anymore.”

She caressed and consoled him, “You're still young. The scars will fade by the time you grow up.”

“But the scars are still there after so long.” Tim bit the corner of his lip.

“Where are the scars? Let me take a look at it.” Benjamin patted Tim's head.

Gavin added, “Tim, I think your scars shouldn't be an issue.”

“That's right. I also have scars on my body!” Zachary agreed with Gavin and comforted Tim, “The scars won't be visible when we grow up.”

Jasper patted his chest and uttered confidently, “Tim, don't worry. I'll help you remove the scars after I invent the medicine.”

“That's right, Tim. Don't be sad. Nowadays, scars can already be removed with current technology,” Jesse piped up as well.

“Let me have a look at your scars,” Benjamin asked again.