An Junxi felt a turmoil in her heart. She held her mother's hand tightly. Mrs. An looked at her daughter's once slender and tender hands now full of calluses and couldn't help but shed tears. How much more suffering would her daughter have to endure?
The typhoon hadn't subsided for half a month, bringing tremendous destruction to the island. All communication on the island was completely cut off, and power outages began.
An Junxi often woke up in fright at night. Childbirth was already a terrifying thing for her, and if she couldn't give birth in a hospital, she would be even more scared.
Mrs. An was equally afraid. She prayed all day for the typhoon to pass quickly so they could go to the hospital in town to wait for the birth.
Finally, on a pitch-black night, An Junxi woke up startled from her dream. She felt a cold wetness beneath her and fearfully woke her mother, "Mom, I think I'm about to give birth."
It was half a month earlier than the due date.
