fter the death of his wife, Andrew drenched coming home.
He blamed himself for letting his wife die.
He knew about her condition, but didn’t do anything to help prevent it.
---Flashback---
She knew how to start out the topic.
“Andrew, I’m pregnant.” Sheng whispered to her husband one late evening.
He looked up from his food and started at her, with no emotions.
“I thought that wasn‘t possible.” he commented.
“and if it was?”
“Then we should go check it out with the doctor. You might just be feeling tired.” he started to eat again, signaling her that he wanted the conversation to stop.
“I took a pregnancy test.”
“Those things lie all the time.”
“Andrew, do you not want this?” Sheng almost screamed at her husband.
Andrew closed his eyes tight.
“I can’t handle a child right now, Sheng. You know that.” he calmly said as if he didn’t want to hear her.
“Andrew, I’m trying to make this work for us. I want to have a child.”
“You can’t. The doctors already told you about your disease. You can’t have a child.”
“We can always adopt one.” Andrew sighed hard about the thought.
The things that worried him was that he wasn’t going to be able to take care of the child, after Sheng dies, which, he knew was going to be before him.
And he wouldn’t know how to explain to anyone if anyone asked if he had a child.
‘yes, I have one, but it’s not my kid.’
What would people think of him and his wife when he said that?
People of his status looked down on orphanage, and yet he takes one in and calls it his own.
Hypocrite.
That’s what he thought he was.
He’d cried himself to sleep at nights, cursing himself that he was a selfish coward, letting his wife suffer all the pain.
But not anymore.
He was going to change.
He needed another chance to prove to Sheng and himself that he wasn’t going to be selfish anymore.
He promised himself that he was going to raise up a family, just like Sheng had always wanted.
And he figured out a way to solve it.
He was going to re-marry.
---
“Dad, I’m going to visit Tank!” Ella asked for permission from her father.
She hadn’t seen Tank since he was adopted by the Zhong’s.
“Ok, don’t come home too late, and I’ll have Pong send you, honey.” Ella smiled.
Others thought of her as being ‘daddy’s girl’, and at times, she was.
She barely remembered her mother, and her step-mother wasn’t exactly ‘mother material‘, so all she had to depend on someone.
“Ella!” Ella turned around seeing her step mother holding a mop.
“I don’t think you’re done with the bathroom.”
