Tia, who was at the other end of the table, was stunned for a moment when she saw the blood stain on my clothes. Then she immediately took action and ran toward me. I picked up my daughter and ran outside.
"Get the car! We’re going to the hospital immediately!"
In panic, I rushed to the car. Just as I opened the door, my mother rushed forward and gripped the car window then said, "She has been drinking! She can’t drive! She’s been drinking!"
I was already so anxious that my teeth were chattering and I turned my head and yelled angrily at Tia, “Have you been drinking? How can you drink? What about the baby?”
At this time, Tia's face was exactly the kind of red that comes from drinking alcohol and it made me furious to see it.
"Why are you yelling at me? How was I supposed to know this would happen? If I knew, I wouldn’t have drunk anything!" she yelled back.
Back then, my mother never let me take any exams. The moment she noticed me preparing for one, she would do everything in her power to stop me and now, at over thirty years old, I didn’t even have a driver’s license.
However, we were in the middle of nowhere and of course, I couldn't get a taxi.