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On a Tuesday, November 10. I had not slept well that night because I went to bed hungry. I was women by my mother's cough. She had tuberculosis and she was supposed to see the doctor today.
I went to her room to greet her and she told me to get her a bucket of water to take her bath.
We were leaving in a room apartment with only one bathroom for about thirty people in all. I was always a struggle and my mom didn't want to go into stress because of the nature of her health.
I went to the well to fetch water for her so that she could take her bath before others starts to struggle for bathroom space with her.
I took long or let's say I was delayed on the way due to the fact that there was a long queue at the well. I wouldn't know. I just knew I took long.
When I got home I went to the room to wake her up to take her bath, I tapped her and she was not responding, "mama please wake up, your water is ready" but she wouldn't even answer me.
She was just as still as steel, her body was a bit cold and she looked lifeless. I had seen it in movies before or some where along some films but it was beginning to become a reality to me.
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RomanceBright has had a great share of life and everyday for the past seven years she is constantly reminded of what bad choices life has dished for her, her son Jake. Although, she loves her son, she can't just help but feel that she is suffering because...
