My mom never went to school and had always been stubborn and ignorant, but Cathy finished junior high school.

I didn't believe she didn't know this common sense, but she was too weak to dare to go against my mother.

After lunch, Cathy went to take a nap, while my mother was still making shoes for her grandson.

In the hot summer, with no air conditioning at home, my mother was sweating profusely.

I couldn't bear to watch, so I casually said, "Mom, the children's clothes, shoes, and hats are not expensive in the city. Today I accompanied Cathy to buy a lot. You don't have to work so hard."

My mother gave me a glare and scolded me.

"What's so good about something made by a machine? This is something I made with my own hands for my great-grandson. He knows it's made by his grandmother, so he will definitely be closer to me!"

While speaking, Cathy rubbed her eyes and walked out.

My mom looked at her round and big belly and smiled with her eyes squinted.

"Look, my grandson must be very impressive, otherwise she wouldn't have such a big belly!"

I sighed helplessly in my heart, although I knew the truth.

But it would only be worse if I couldn't say it now.

Everything could only be discovered by themselves.

Since Cathy got pregnant, she has enjoyed all the love from the family.

Anything delicious in the house was all for her, and even a little change was spent on her.

She was also not made to work in the fields again after she became pregnant.

Even the ordinary housework such as laundry, cooking, washing dishes, and cleaning the floor, my mom took care of it all.

Of course, during my summer vacation, almost everything was transferred to me.

Cathy sat next to my mom, reaching out to take the half-finished shoes from my mom's hand.

"Mom, these shoes are really nice. The baby will definitely like them. Take a break, I'll do it."

My mom looked at Cathy with satisfaction and then glanced at me coldly.

"Sophia, what's the use of reading so many books? It's better to go out and work to support my grandson. Tell the school that you won't go to school this semester!"

I was almost shocked. It was my mom who complained that our whole family didn't have a college student, so she boasted in front of the whole village, saying that she would definitely let me go to college.

I just entered the third year of high school this year, and would take the SAT next year. I had always been in the top three in my grade.

She actually wanted me to drop out of school now?

I immediately objected. "Mom! If I give up studying now, it would be a waste of all the years you supported me. Besides, Edward and Cathy only finished junior high school and can only do odd jobs. If I go to college, I will definitely earn more money for the family!"

My mother lowered her head and didn't say anything, and Cathy chimed in with a sarcastic tone.

"Although your brother and I may not be well-educated and earn a lot of money, at least we can continue the family line. Can you do that?"

I knew that none of them were worth my help.

At that moment, I stopped talking and sat aside, feeling upset. Anyway, I would leave when school started.

Cathy looked at me with her small eyes shining.

"Sophia, I heard that you received a 3,000 dollars scholarship from the school this semester, right? Your nephew is about to be born, and there will be some expenses. How about supporting us first?"

I was taken aback. I didn't expect Cathy to calculate my scholarship.

I was sure that my family would not be able to afford the tuition when the time came for me to go to college.

In order to avoid this incident, I had been secretly working and saving money for the past few years, but Cathy had her eyes on it.

I smiled discreetly.

"Cathy, did you hear this from Amy in the back alley? I did receive a bonus, but the school organized a fundraising event, and I donated it to the impoverished children."

Cathy looked disappointed after hearing this, but my mom was furious.

"What! You donated the whole 3,000 dollars! You wasteful thing! We are a poor family, why didn't you donate it to me!"

My mom picked up a stick and started hitting me. I was scared and ran out of the house.

I wandered outside for the whole afternoon before returning home.

I was scolded by my mom again for being lazy and losing money.

As soon as I entered the house, I smelled a disgusting odor.

I saw a small pot on the stove, boiling some unknown herbs.

I pinched my nose and asked my mom, "What is this?"

My mom showed off proudly, "This is a kind of soup, which can promote comprehensive intellectual development for my grandson. Come, Cathy, come and drink the soup!"

I clearly saw Cathy forcing herself to swallow this unknown medicinal soup.

But she still looked pleasingly at my mom.

"Mom, this soup has a fragrance of traditional Chinese medicine. The baby also moved a bit. He seems to like it very much!"

Looking at the self-deception of these two people, I just felt sad.

It would be strange if the stone moved!

Cathy was a first-time mother, so I wouldn't mention her.

But I really didn't know how my mother managed to have me and my brother.

Didn't she know that the baby should have obvious fetal movements at eight months?

Since she didn't have prenatal checkups, how could she be so lacking in common sense?

I wanted to say it several times, but I was afraid of getting scolded by my mother, so I held back.

On the other hand, Cathy, taking advantage of my mother's good mood, hesitantly looked at her.

"Mom... I've heard from people who have given birth that fetal movements are like a child waving and kicking inside. When it's strong, it can even push up the belly. But my fetal movements are shaking and making noise, is this normal?"

My mother spat on the ground several times in a row.

"Spit spit spit! What nonsense! If it moves, it's fine. Who cares how it moves? Stop saying such bad luck things!"

Cathy quickly hugged my mother's arm and acted coquettishly.

"Mom, I want to eat sour apricots. You won't refuse to buy them for me, will you...?"

My mother looked at me immediately.

"What are you standing there for? Go to the market and buy some sour plums for my grandson!"

Stopping for a moment, my mother changed her mind.

"Forget it, the apricots cost several dollars a pound now. You can just go up the hill and pick some wild apricots yourself!"

Just as Cathy ate two pounds of wild apricots in one sitting that evening, something went wrong.