Mother of Madija is frightened.
"this is not my child, never"
She continues groaning on the bed of almost expired child labour
" I didn't carry that for nine months"
She sobs like a child and curses the present moment.
The child still in blood, not cleaned entirely begins sobbing and the tears flowing to her chest where mother of Madija besaw a mark and she Carries the child like a burden.
" Should I end her life yet! maybe not she is still my child nonetheless what shall I name he or she better still "


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