"It's two girls. So it's not a pity!"
I stared at her with wide eyes, unable to accept that she, who was about to become a mother, said these words.
At first, when it was confirmed that they were identical twins, she was full of expectations. She said that if they were two girls, she would dress them up as little princesses, and she would share girlish things with them in the future. If they were two boys, she would harden them with challenges and there would be three men to protect her.
Her words were still fresh in my mind. Only a few months had passed. Yet she wasn't sad or regretful at all.
A dense pain welled up in my heart, but when I looked at her pale face, I couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
"They are our children, our hard-won children. How can you suddenly be so heartless and give up them so rashly?"
Mia bit her lip and lowered her head without looking at me.
"I just feel that I suffer from bearing children. My figure is ruined, my face is breaking out, and I can't eat or sleep well every day. I just can't continue.
"I heard that giving birth requires either a cesarean section or an episiotomy. I'm scared, I'm so scared..."