Shri listened to the answering machine after she grabbed a bite to eat. She made a salad and some homemade fish with bok choy. Her stomach stopped growling for the time being as she wandered over to the couch and thought about a bit of a problem that was coming up in July. Her family reunion. By that time she'd be at least seven months pregnant, and Shri knew there would be no way of hiding that bump. She didn't know who to call or what to do at that point.<br/><br/>Shri knew she had to finish school in order to take care of this child. Whether or not the child was male or female, Shri really didn't care at this point. Usually she found out that the doctors were wrong in the sense that they couldn't tell a male child from a female child in the womb. She wasn't going to let the doctors tell her what gender her kid was. Shri needed a lot of time to think. She quickly fell asleep on the couch and dreamed of the past probably unknowingly recalling something that had happened, but she couldn't quite remember.