"Haven't you heard the saying, 'Having a son brings prestige, but having a daughter brings good fortune?'" Rachel's sharp tongue lashed out, her retorts coming one after another like a bombardment.
"Ten daughters aren't worth a single foolish son! No matter how good a daughter is, can she carry on the family line? So what if I favor sons over daughters? I'll tell you the truth: I've been waiting here for you to take you for an ultrasound. I want to know the baby's gender in advance, and I've already contacted the doctor," Mrs. Ruiz said, her face darkening as she responded irritably.
No wonder she was waiting for me here, Rachel thought. It was all for an ulterior motive. A sense of wounded injustice welled up in her heart. To think that half a year into our marriage, my mother-in-law still hasn't accepted me. For the past five months, she's come every day, reminding me to eat well and stay warm, all for the sake of the child in my womb.
