Joey kept saying he wanted the milk that Forrest gave him. Joey was sick after all, so it was understandable that he would pester Lorri and Josiah for something he really wanted.
But his request was indeed a little difficult.
Lorri frowned. She was at a loss for a moment.
"Joey." Josiah's voice came from the side. "Joey, be a good boy. I'll buy you the milk later, but can you eat something now? Mama was worried about you that she didn't rest last night. She's very tired."
Hearing this, Joey turned his pale face to Lorri. He seemed to think of something, and his swollen eyes welled up again. He said in a muffled voice, "Mama, I'm sorry."
"It's okay, it's okay." Lorri quickly hugged him.
Joey was already feeling ill, it would be too much to expect him to be understanding in a situation
