Li Xiaoyu thanked the doctor and hurriedly left the hospital.
She didn't have classes in the afternoon, just grading assignments and preparing lessons.
She couldn't focus all afternoon, feeling quite frustrated because she longed to have a child soon.
She really couldn't concentrate. So she told the head and left an hour early to go home.
She couldn't talk about this with anyone else, not even her husband, but she could tell her own mother.
Mrs. Li, now retired, was at home mending clothes for the children.
The boys were too naughty, and their clothes could never stay neat. If one thing wasn't damaged, another had a tear.
Seeing her daughter come home early, she asked, "Leaving work early? Are you having dinner at home tonight?"
Li Xiaoyu sat next to her mom and quietly spoke about today's matters.
"How long has it been since your last period?"
"I was supposed to have it at the end of last month; now it's almost the tenth. I'm over ten days late."
