When my brother’s wife became pregnant, my brother was taken to the army. I had to take care of her, and accordingly take her to the hospital, tie her shoes, and of course drive to her favorite cafe at 3 o'clock at night for fried strawberries, the good of the cafe worked at this time.
I hated her in the first half of my pregnancy. The second half - I waited for a miracle to happen and my nephew was born. When my brother returned from the army, I didn’t want to let him go to the child at all!