"Ah!"
At 12 o'clock in the morning, a heart-wrenching scream came from the maternity hospital.
"Ms. Boone, Push! Push!
The labour had been going on for 13 hours. Luz Boone lay on the bed panting weakly. Her hair stuck to her face, wet with sweat, and tears were falling uncontrollably from her eyes.
She really had no strength left, even breathing.
"Ms. Boone, push! Hold your breath and push as hard as you can! The little one cannot wait!" The doctor was very anxious. The labour had been drawn out for too long. If this goes on any longer, both mother and child would be in danger.
Luz closed her eyes tightly and clutched the sheets beneath her. She took a deep breath and pushed with all her might —
"Ah!"
"My child, you must survive!" she thought.
...
Seven years later, at the airport in North City, a seven-year-old boy stood in the middle of the lobby and waved to the woman behind him. After a while, he ran to her impatiently and grabbed the luggage bag from her and pushed it like a grown up.
...
"Mommy! Hurry up! Didn't you ask uncle Declan to go to the amusement park together?" The little fellow's eyes were shining when he mentioned the amusement park.
Luz was wearing a rose red suit with a pair of jeans. Her beige high heels showed off her long, toned legs.
She took off her sunglasses and picked up the little boy. "Logan," she said kindly, "Mommy is tired from the long flight. How about we eat with Uncle Declan instead going to the amusement park?"
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