When Mom ended the call and saw me standing at the door of the study, she looked genuinely startled.
“Reina, what are you doing here?”
I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I helped her to the sofa and tried to keep my emotions in check.
I asked firmly, “Mom, are you pregnant? Does Cody know?”
Mom gave a shy smile.
“Of course, Cody knows. He’s thrilled and says he’s sure I’m going to have a son.”
“Reina, why do you look so upset? Are you afraid the baby might be a burden? Don’t worry, I won’t let it be a problem.”
My poor mom, even at this moment, she was more concerned about everyone else and hadn’t really considered her own situation.
Taking a deep breath, I said softly, “Mom, I’m not upset, and I don’t see your baby as a burden. Whether it's a little brother or sister, I'll make sure they’re well cared for. But you’re older now, and I’m concerned about the risks of having a baby at your age. And, well…”
I left the rest unsaid. It was clear that, at a time when she should be cherished and well taken care of, she was instead facing these conditions at home. It made it hard to feel genuinely happy about the news.