Seven Days of Love

During the first trimester, I didn’t have a single proper meal.

I couldn’t even keep water down.

Zhang Mi came to see me and, seeing how gaunt my face had become, pointed at my belly and scolded: “You little brat, your mom is suffering this much, can’t you behave?”

Miraculously, the morning sickness eased up quite a bit the next day.

It was as if the baby had actually understood.

The day my water broke.

I calmly put on an adult diaper, grabbed my hospital bag, and hailed a cab to the hospital.

On the way, I even had the mood to joke with the driver.

The driver: “Judging by the belly, it’s probably a boy. Miss, where is your family?”

I smiled: “I don’t have any family.”

He sighed.

“Raising a child alone is very hard…”