Chapter 3112
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"How old are you?"
I said, "Fourteen years old, in the second year of junior high school …"
"Where does it hurt?"
"My stomach hurts …"
I cried, "Doctor, am I dying? I've lost a lot of blood … "
The doctor frowned and asked Dongyu to put me on the bed. After chasing Dongyu out, he sat down and said meaningfully, "Young lady, did your mother never tell you what menarche is?"
The muscles on the doctor's face twitched violently again as he calmly explained.
It turned out that this wasn't a terminal illness. It was a period that all girls would experience when they reached puberty. It was commonly known as Aunt Flo.
Every month, it would come on time. This was a necessary process for a girl to evolve into a woman.
After saying that, the doctor smiled, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Terminal illness? Young lady, you've been watching too many television dramas, haven't you? "
I was so embarrassed that my face turned red and I was at a loss.
However, my mother and I didn't talk much about this. She didn't tell me what kind of changes a girl's body would undergo when she reached puberty.
My mother seemed very concerned about Dongyu, but she seemed a little cold to me. My father was a typical male chauvinist. He wasn't good with words, and he wouldn't show me much concern.
So much so that when I opened the door and saw Dongyu pacing back and forth, I didn't know what to say. This wasn't a terminal illness, but an ordinary menstrual period.
On the way back, Dongyu also looked embarrassed. He looked at me and then at the bag in my hand. Inside the bag were the Sophie sanitary pads he'd bought from the supermarket.
The first pack of sanitary pads in my life was chosen for me by Dongyu.
I blushed as I followed behind him and watched him pick out the sanitary pads from the shelf. The shop assistant recommended Sophie, and he paid for a few packs without thinking.
That night, when my mother came back and found out about this, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. That was why she taught me about this.
The reason my stomach hurt so much was probably because I ate a few popsicles without restraint the night before. During menstruation, one shouldn't touch anything cold. The first lesson taught me a harsh lesson.
…
In the first semester of the second year of junior high school, just as I was preparing for the monthly exam, bad news came from my hometown.
Grandma was seriously ill. The doctor issued a notice of critical illness and told my father that the old lady's time was up.
After bringing Grandma home from the hospital, her last wish was to see me and Dongyu one last time.
I vaguely remember that it was a snowy night.
It had rained the day before, and the cold air had frozen all the water on the road into ice.
My father drove us all the way home at a speed of sixty miles per hour. I sat in the back seat, tears streaming down my face.
Dongyu put his arm around my shoulder, his expression grave. He was usually reserved, but when he found out that Grandma was seriously ill, he was worried.
I saw that his eyes were red too.
The family of four rushed back to their hometown. Dongyu and I rushed to the sickbed. Grandma took one last look at us and finally smiled in relief. She finally let out the last breath that was stuck in her throat. Then, she breathed her last.
When she closed her eyes, that old hand that was like a withered tree was still holding my hand tightly.
I couldn't accept the fact and broke down crying.
Dongyu also knelt heavily beside her. He lowered his head and wept.
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