Tales From The MIND

14

My mum had another still birth.

This was the second time my mum will be having still birth. I sat down close to her, crying as she cried too.

She almost took her life the first time, because it was a boy she's been longing to have.

My mum gave birth to me a year after she got married to my dad, and for ten years, she couldn't conceive.
On the eleventh year, she took in and had  still birth.

My parents were rich and people suspected that my dad used his child in exchange for wealth.

Although, my parents weren't ardent Christians, they believed in God. When my mum attempted suicide the first time she had still birth, my dad was so angry with her that he rejected her food for two days.

It took a lot of pleading from me and my mum, before he forgave her and told her not to blame herself for any reason, whatsoever.

My mum took in again a year later a, and we did all we could to make sure the foetus was in good shape, only for her to have another still birth.

I could feel her pain at this moment as I sat by her side on the hospital bed. Even my dad couldn't calm her down.

She questioned God as she cried and I kept consoling her. I was twelve years of age but smart as a girl of sixteen.
The next day, we left the hospital.

The rumor about my dad spreaded like wild fire this time. Students raised eye brows and pointed at me, each time I walked pass them.

I didn't care anyway, cos I trusted my dad. There was no secret room in our house that I'd suspect might be an occultic altar, just like I saw in movies.

With time, the rumor will fade away, I always said. Truly, it did.

For two years, my mum didn't conceive. I guess she was afraid she might have a third still birth. I felt for her.

On the third year, however, she took in. This time, we took extra caution to avoid complications. I and my dad did all the chores including cooking.

My mum did exercise from time to time and she followed the doctor's instructions inorder to have a healthy baby. The scan showed it was a baby boy.

I wished my mum didn't get pregnant again, cos she'd be having another still birth.

The thing is, I won't afford to share my parents affection and wealth with any sibling and my dad needed the babies' soul to renew his wealth and extend his life span.

This is the reason I work together with my dad to kill the foetus on the day of contraction.