"I went for a prenatal check-up today, and the doctor said the baby will be mentally disabled! Such a good child, it's all my fault. Why did I forget my period?"
I was familiar with what she said.
I went back to the time when my mom found out that this child might be mentally disabled. She was worried and venting to me.
I knew the risks of having a geriatric pregnancy, especially since my mom was 47 this year!
I strongly disagreed when my mom decided to have this child in my previous life. After all, I worried more about my mom than a brother or sister who was still an embryo.
Moreover, this child was mentally disabled!
I earnestly advised my mom to take care of her health. She was already old. It was easy to die if she insisted on giving birth to this child.
My mom hesitated and said she would discuss it with my dad. In the end, she decided to have an abortion.
But I didn't expect that my parents would hate me because of this child that was aborted, as it turned out to be a boy.
I looked at the woman in front of me, who was full of conflict, and slowly said, "It's up to you and Dad. After all, it's your child. How can I make decisions for you?"
"What if it's a boy?"