The starry night was cut off by the strident cry of an energetic baby, and Nam Joo's heartfelt sobs.
The final conversation she had had with that strange woman Myung Hee was just carved in her mind. They were lying in the same bed, the only one in Myung Hee's house, the two babies between them. Jeong Geun had left briefly to bring the truck closer, for now that his wife had had the baby, all four of them were to go to the hospital. Nam Joo had split feelings right now: joy for her baby's birth, and sadness because she didn't have much hope about Myung Hee, and it hurt her heart. If she had not told her husband, they might have been in the hospital now, and the woman could be saved.
"Your daughter is very special ... She has something different…" the faint and hoarse voice of the other woman was barely heard.
