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A baby having a baby
#WritcoStoryPrompt33
"It's a girl! "
The doctor gushed, placing the wailing infant on the woman's chest.
She heaved trying to catch her breath in the aftermath of her gruelling labour. Tears of pain mingled briefly with tears of joy before dissolving into tears of sadness.
She had once again given birth to a girl! Her third daughter. What would her husband and in-laws do to her now?... The times were hard and there was hardly anything to eat for the four mouth's that was already skin tight in the one room that they could barely get up the rent for month after month. I was an grade school dropout so an stay at home mom was the only job I successfully had because lieing on your back for the ten minutes for my guts to get pounded on just keep my hut a some what a happy home. I did what I was told and I stayed out of his way. Day by day I walked on egg shells not knowing over what or when he would lose his temper but when he did we never knew who would become a victim of us would it be me or my daughter's suffering by the hands of the man that was supposed to protect us but instead of being a father, husband and provider he was our very own life predator..
"It's a girl! "
The doctor gushed, placing the wailing infant on the woman's chest.
She heaved trying to catch her breath in the aftermath of her gruelling labour. Tears of pain mingled briefly with tears of joy before dissolving into tears of sadness.
She had once again given birth to a girl! Her third daughter. What would her husband and in-laws do to her now?... The times were hard and there was hardly anything to eat for the four mouth's that was already skin tight in the one room that they could barely get up the rent for month after month. I was an grade school dropout so an stay at home mom was the only job I successfully had because lieing on your back for the ten minutes for my guts to get pounded on just keep my hut a some what a happy home. I did what I was told and I stayed out of his way. Day by day I walked on egg shells not knowing over what or when he would lose his temper but when he did we never knew who would become a victim of us would it be me or my daughter's suffering by the hands of the man that was supposed to protect us but instead of being a father, husband and provider he was our very own life predator..
