Mom lay weakly in bed and Dad said in annoyance, "This child was always quiet and didn't bother you before, why is he making such a fuss this time?"
Mom gritted her teeth and said, "He's a debt collector. If it weren't for Bianca, I wouldn't have kept him."
"Bianca is so sweet. I didn't suffer when she was born." When Mom mentioned my sister, her tone was filled with pride and tenderness.
But I was also a good child. My mother wasn't well and I felt uncomfortable in her body. My whole body was aching, but I grew up obediently in her belly.
My mother asked Dad in detail about my sister's condition, even the smallest details about her diet. My father answered Mom earnestly. Both of them seemed to have forgotten about me in her belly.
I listened silently, thinking, if Mom said she loved me, I would continue to be her child, even if my birth was full of calculations. But Mom's hardship for me was real. I waited and waited, until finally Mom mentioned me.
I heard my mother happily say, "The doctor said this child's liver, kidneys and heart are developing well. All my hard work paid off. Even if Bianca suffers kidney failure later, there will be replacement organs."