On my birthday, my wife said she had prepared a surprise for me.
"Happy birthday, hubby. Congratulations, you are going to be a father."
My wife was holding a pregnancy test stick with two bars and looking at me happily.
From then on, I took good care of her and accompanied her to prenatal check-ups regardless of rain or shine.
After the child was born, she suddenly collapsed.
Because the birth gift I gave to my child was the report card of my sterilization for her.
