All for you (Big R)
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From fry pan to fire, from one dilemma to the other.
"Weren't you defiled in your past school because of your razz behaviour?" Margaret's mother boomed.
I was shocked by the outburst.
I pleaded with her mother that she will change as she stormed out of the tensed class in anger.
"What happened?"
"He used his fingers on me". The fragile little girl sobbed.
I felt pity.
"Does your mother beat you?" I asked.
"Yes"
She went ahead to show me her battered back which was filled with different scars and untreated wounds.
How cruel!
.............................................................
"What?"
"Unbelievable?"
"This is shocking"
"How is this possible?"
Those are the words that flew out of the nurse's mouth when they saw flora's baby.
"Clean them up" The doctor ordered.
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