A Call

"Gently, gently," Mr. Mi cautioned, guiding his wife into the car he had brought to take her home.

"My babyyyy… …baby… .." She cried entering the car.

"It's okay, honey." He consoled.

"I want my baby," she shouted at her husband, falling down to sit on the bare floor.

"You don't want to cause more embarrassments, do you?" He lifted her from the ground where she was sitting already.

They were discharged for the day from the hospital, Mr. Mi says Mrs. Mi will be more dramatic if she spends the night at the hospital.

"Are you okay?" Mrs. Jones asked Giselle on their way out of the hospital exit. They hopped into the hired taxi.

"Drrrrr, drrrrr." Her phone rang. "Hold on honey,"

"Hello, baby."

"'baby'?" Giselle wondered. "Who is the baby?"

"How are you? I miss you," She said to the caller. It was Thomas, her own biological son.

"I miss you too, mom. Aunt Abby says she'd leave for the states soon, so I'll be back by next month."

"Awww, isn't that nice?" She said to her son.

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