A year later Sindi’s visit to Dr Smith was not a pleasant one, she was fuming, raging with anger, her light skin was red it was like her blood was transparent, her eyes filled with tears, she violently entered into Dr Smith’s office she slapped him in the face. Before he could ask what was going she asked her,

“How dare you? How on earth am I pregnant, you clearly do not want your licence anymore!”

Dr Smith stood there with his green eyes all out and his white face red, he brushed his hair back with his hand, “I know I messed up, but please forgive me,” Dr Smith started crying.

“Which one should I forgive you for? The fact that I am pregnant and I do not know who my father is and will never know or that I cannot abort this thing because of my bleeding disorders?” Sindi looked defeated, she broke down and tears were running down her face like a tap of tears had been opened.

“I could not remove your womb, you are way too young, I gave you something to prevent you from getting pregnant for five years hoping that you would have changed your mind then, but it did not work,” Dr Smith sat next to her, “please forgive me I will take care of you till you give birth and I will also take the child she or he will be mine please just stop working there,” he begged her.

For nine months Dr Smith provided everything Sindi and her brother needed.

Sindi gave birth to a boy and named him Sean. She gave him an English name to make it easier for Dr Smith to call him. Sindi just left the baby and went back home to heal.

After two months she got her womb successfully removed by a different doctor. She went back to prostitution, but after some weeks she started experiencing serious abdominal pains and bleeding continually, her clients were not happy with her service. The boss lady threw her out.

She returned home to the township, but grew worse. She could barely move a figure. Her brother stopped going to school to get any job in order to take care of his sister.

After some time, she went back to Dr Smith’s office she wanted her son back he would add meaning to her life. But the receptionist told her that Dr Smith went back to the United Kingdom, where he was originally from, with the baby. She spent her days sitting outside her house hoping to see Dr Smith bringing her son, but they did not come.

Her aunt’s words rang in her head: do not take off the mourning clothes, bad luck shall follow you.

Even her brother, whom she wanted to finish matric, did not because of her. She spent her days full of regret, tears and waiting for her son outside.

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