text: She couldn’t live without him because Mo Yuan had become her life. While staring at the white pillowy clouds above in the vast blue sky, and Lifen offered a prayer of absolute gratitude to her mother in heaven. Blessed was she that he came into her life, educated her, married her, made her a woman and showered her with his love.
  She begged in earnest to be pregnant with a honeymoon baby and giggled giddily, rubbed her flat stomach. She fantasized about being big, round pregnant and anticipating Mo Yuan’s first baby.
  Lifen pictured a big family and hoped their many children would be as intelligent, and attractive just like their handsome father. For the first time in her often dark, depressing living, she felt infinite bliss and genuine happiness in her life.
  But the moment was bittersweet because Lifen longed for her dead mother most during her joyful times. It was a genuine sadness and real grievous misfortune that her mother never had the chance to meet Mo Yuan. She would never see how much he cherished, adored, loved her and fulfilled her once lonely existence.
  Still, proudly she would tell her children about her mother’s grand sacrifice giving birth to her, and giving her life in exchange for her daughter’s. She wished she had a small keepsake reminder of her mother or anything to show her children. Lifen yearned, ached for something that was remotely related to her, and suddenly recalled the smooth cotton infant outfit made by her late mother.