We rode an electric tricycle around the city aimlessly, and I bought a lot of clothes for the baby.
We were in high spirits all the way back home until it was almost noon.
As soon as we entered the house, I gulped down a bucketful of cold water from the well.
Cathy also stretched out her hand to scoop some, but my mother slapped her hand.
"You've been rambling around all morning. How dare you drink cold water? Do you want to kill my grandson? Here, drink this!" said my mother, as she handed Cathy a bowl of medicine.
I knew that it was the concoction that my mother had been making by hand for Cathy since she became pregnant.
She said it was good for the baby, and it was so bitter that Cathy had to hold her nose every time she drank it.
Cathy was sweating profusely and looked very pained as she drank the medicine. My mother then slapped me on the back of my head.
"Look at you, you can't even behave during summer vacation. If you accidentally hurt my grandson, I won't spare you!"
I sighed in my heart. How my mother kept mentioning her grandson all the time.
I wondered what she would think if she knew that Cathy's belly contained nothing but a stone.