When my baby was born, my mother asked, "Is it a girl? What is it?"
"It's a girl," I told her.
" Oh. So it's a girl," she said. I think she was disappointed because she already had four daughters and she wanted a grandson. This was my daughter, her first grandchild, but when I presented the baby to her, my mother just looked at her.
" She looks exactly like him," she said, referring to the father. Then we talked for a while.
"How did it go?" she asked, referring to the delivery.
"Fine, fine," I replied. I didn't have any problems. In fact, I had been in the hospital for two days and no one came to see me. I didn't even have enough money to get home from the hospital, so I walked. They discharged me from the hospital and I only had clothes for the baby. Nothing else. After they discharged me, I started walking toward the house. It took me about an hour and a half to walk with my two-day-old baby.
I arrived home sometime after lunch and my mother was surprised to see me.
"Oh, you're back already," she said.
"They discharged me," I replied.