Margaret went downstairs and squeezed grape juice for Hilla. She also squeezed a cup of juice and added ice for herself.
The juice was sweet and sour, cool and refreshing. It tasted great.
"Why there is a wildflower? Oh, my god! There's a bug!" Margaret shouted.
Margaret saw a little grey caterpillar lying on the leaf. She immediately jumped up.
She threw the flower on the ground and stomped on it.
"No ..." Hilla said.
Hilla wanted to stop her, but it was late. The flower that was from Bruce had turned into pieces.
Margaret looked at the flowers that had been trampled by her and heaved a sigh of relief. She turned to Hilla and reminded, "How can you keep this in your room? What if you are infected with bacteria? My nephew is only a month old. You must cherish him!"
Hilla felt that after she got pregnant, she was not as excited and happy as she thought. She just thought it unreal at the beginning.
