Break my promise — Ali Hall’s story reminded me of the scene that happened eighteen years ago.
When I was by the end of pregnancy, the baby kicked my belly a lot. Seemed he or she had fun by doing this.
Naughty little guy! Are you a boy or a girl?
But my doctor refused to disclose any information.
In the end, I finally badgered her to write the gender on a piece of paper. But she put it into an envelope…