Doctors admitted my pregnant mother to the hospital when she was already close to giving birth. She was in an advanced stage of pregnancy. In her hospital room, they placed a young woman who looked older than her age.
It turned out she had grown up as an orphan without a husband and came from a village.
She was in critical condition, and the medical staff treated her harshly and with indifference because she was from the countryside. She was eight months pregnant and at high risk of a miscarriage.
Despite her difficult situation, she was lively and cheerful. She became friends with my mother due to their shared experience.
She had a joyful and kind personality, which greatly appealed to my mother. My father would bring various treats like tangerines, apples, and chocolate candies to my mother, and she would share them with the young woman.
While waiting for their deliveries, they exchanged addresses to visit each other after the births.
One night, the young woman’s condition worsened, and my mother woke up to find many doctors and medical staff in the room.
The pregnant woman looked very pale, and they took her away in a wheelchair. She didn’t survive to see her little boy. My mother gave birth to twins and struggled with the decision to adopt the young woman’s child.
She feared my father might not approve and that the baby would be sent to an orphanage, just as she had been. But my father made the right decision to adopt the child.
Doctors recorded the little boy as my mother’s third child. His mother often appeared in my mother’s dreams and gave her valuable advice.
Recently, my parents decided to inform my brother that they were not his biological parents. However, his attitude towards us hasn’t changed; he has become even more caring and devoted to our mother.
