Teach me
— she completed, pulling her arm away and glaring at her mother with anger.
She accepted the insults and hatred directed at her, she was used to it. But her son would be protected and loved, she decided, placing her hand on her five-month belly that the loose shirt didn't hide as it had days before.
— Oh, now you've shown your claws — her mother said, with a strange, almost diabolical smile that made Tábata fear she might suggest ending her baby's life or giving him up for adoption, something she would never do. — I won't accept another burden! Gather your things and get out of my house immediately.