The mother and daughter talked affectionately and I listened quietly, imagining myself as my sister. Mom would gently touch my smiling face, hug me lovingly and blame herself for not giving me a healthy body.
My sister touched Mom's belly and asked, "Mom, if you have another child, does that mean you don't love me anymore?"
Mom shook her belly firmly, "You're my only child. This one in my belly was born just for you. You'll always be my treasure."
My sister looked at me anxiously and asked again, "What if my brother is healthier than me? If I had my brother’s health, wouldn't Mom and Dad have to worry about me?"
My father's eyes were filled with tears at my sister's understanding. He hugged Mom and sister in his arms, his voice choking with sobs.
He said, "No, even if Mom and Dad have other children, you're still the most important."
They cried outside and I cried in my mom’s belly. I refused to listen to their plans. I wanted to make their efforts go in vain. I pulled the umbilical cord and bit down hard.
"Ah!" Mom cried out in pain. Cold sweat soaked Mom's clothes.