Today was a Sunday. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Jullian holding onto a large photo album.
He acted casually, slipping through the door crack and sat on the couch. It was as if he had forgotten that he had called me to beg for his forgiveness the last time he was here.
Julian flipped open the photo album and pulled me over. “Look, Mommy–this was when I was still when I was just born! Aren’t I cute? Grandma said 1 was the cutest baby in the entire hospital!”
in your tummy! And this was
He was trying to stir up my motherly love for him. But as I looked at my photo, all I felt was a deep sense of pity for the person I
was back then.
I was looking gaunt in the photo, yet my belly was round and swollen.
Back then, I was tormented by morning sickness, throwing up everything I ate. I looked completely drained, even my hair was dry
and lifeless
Julian was especially mischievous, always kicking me in the middle of the night.
Looking at the photos, I couldn’t help but sigh. “How selfish.”
“What did you say, Mommy?” Julian looked at me, confused.
“In the photos, I was weak and frail from my pregnancy, yet your focus was only on yourself. You had no idea how hard it was for me to carry you throughout my pregnancy term.‘
Julian would never empathize with me, nor would he understand the sacrifices I made for him. He was the same as Yohan–they
were both egotistical people,
I closed the photo album. “Please leave. These photos only remind me of my painful memories.”
Julian made a fuss and refused to leave. In the end, the Palmers‘ housekeeper, George Fisher, had to bring him back.
Julian was upset after he left the last time. He showed up again a few days later, this time with a ceramic plate in hand. “Mommy, look! This is the plate you made for me. You said you worked on it the whole day.”
