I didn't stay at home for long before my dad called me back.
He said we were going to have a dinner.
It seemed that they already knew that it might be a boy.
Arriving at the private room in the restaurant, I saw my mom sitting on the sofa in the middle like a queen.
She even supported her waist with one hand.
My dad was laughing heartily on the other side, bragging to our relatives while smoking everywhere.
He completely ignored my mom, who was holding her baby bump and coughing from the smoke.
When she saw me, my mom quickly gave me a pleading look.
She wanted me to stop my dad.
I pretended not to see and silently chose a seat farthest away from them.
Cherished life and stayed away from secondhand smoke.
My mom's face stiffened, but she couldn't say anything in public.
She could only silently endure everything.
After a while, it seemed like everyone just noticed me.
"Rachel is here. You have grown up so much."
My dad looked at me with the eyes of that relative. "Of course, she's already working. In the future, when her younger brother is born, she can help us."
"This is your only younger brother."
I kept the smile on my face when I heard what my dad said.
Shame on you!