Crying, I said, "The doctor said I might miscarry if I keep working. Didn't I send you the diagnosis?"
"How do I know if you're really carrying a girl? If you miscarry, good riddance. You're so much trouble even before she's born!"
I was speechless. How could a father say such things? I grabbed my bag and stormed out, fuming.
As I shut the door, Grace yelled, "Look at that, all because you pamper her too much. No respect at all."
"It's so late, and she's still running out. In the old days, she would've been drowned!"
My eyes filled with tears.
Before marriage, I was cherished by my parents. Why did my life become like this after marriage?
Walking around the neighborhood, surrounded by vibrant plants, my mood gradually calmed down. I realized it had been ages since I last took a walk.
John grew up in a rural area in a single-parent family, with Grace and Lily depending on him. Finances were tight. To ease his burden, I worked hard and never asked for gifts, let alone outings.
Suddenly, I felt sorry for myself. My stomach growled, and I decided to treat myself to a good meal.