"How much suffering have you endured for these two children! You finally got pregnant, and you can meet them in two or three months. Why do you suddenly want to give them up?"
Mia was peevish and often lost control of her emotions. I could only try to comfort her.
"Mia, be good. Wait for me at home and calm down, okay?
"Even if you don't want the children, you should not reject my company."
I racked my brains to persuade her, but she interrupted me in an excited state.
"The uterus is mine, and I have the right to decide whether to abort the children or not. I'm calling you to inform you, not to ask for your opinion.
"That's it, I'm hanging up!"
I panicked and desperately called her, but no one answered.
My 30th birthday became a nightmare for me.
When I rushed to the hospital where she often had check-ups, she had already been pushed out on her sickbed.
The once bulging belly under the bedsheet was now flat.
I stumbled forward and stopped the wheeling bed.
"Did you have the abortion?"
Mia's face was pale. She answered me without any fluster, as if she was talking about something insignificant.
"Well, the gestational age was too advanced, so I had to have an induced abortion!