My mother was in so much pain. She could not stand up from the floor as she was bleeding and was weak. She was getting wearier with each passing second, and I feared that she would eventually pass out.

“Dad…Dad! Come help mummy please.” I kept shouting for help, but my father turned a deaf ear.
He resented my mother and treated her like garbage for being poor and an orphan. He did not care about her at all.
I struggled to lift my mother up from the floor, and with the assistance of the gateman, we drove her to a hospital.
Sadly, when we reached, my mother had lost too much blood, and the doctors told us she stood a chance of having a miscarriage.
My mother lay weakly on her hospital bed for many days until she had fully recovered, and her pregnancy was now in good shape. The doctors were attending to her throughout, ensuring that both she and her pregnancy were saved.
A few days after my mother got discharged from the hospital and had returned home, my father began nagging her as he often did. This time, it was much worse!
My mother was scrubbing the floors of the mansion as always, as the maid my father had made her become. Also, washing all the dirty dishes and cleaning toilets during her pregnancy.
He had refused to hire or employ maids and servants around the house and had forced my mother to become a maid, always ordering her around the house as if she were an object.
One cold night, my mother was washing my father’s dirty clothes in her pregnancy at the laundry area when my father stormed in and approached her.
He gave her a hot, painful slap across her face, which turned her cheek red and sore. She jumped up from her seat, crying in pain.
“You stupid woman! Why did you cook me such tasteless food for dinner? That was a disaster! You almost ruined my taste buds with your food.”
“I did not mean to,” she cried, apologizing, “I’m sorry for that.”
“Sorry? You’ve ruined my dinner, you idiot!” He grabbed her by her arm as if it were a handbag and started dragging her outside the house.
“Where are you taking me to?” my mother asked, looking at him utterly confused.
It was raining heavily that night.
When he stepped outside the house, the rain began to pour on my mother. The winds were getting extremely tough, and my mother couldn’t stand the cold.
My father kept dragging her. As soon as he reached outside the gates, he pushed her away as if she were an object, and she fell into the mud. She looked up at him, staring at him and pointing at herself. “I’ve had enough of you, stupid woman! I no longer want a wife like you! Tonight, you are leaving my house.”
My mother opened her mouth, gasping in shock and horror. She started to feel some slight pains in her tummy. Her gynecologist had advised her that any stress could hurt her pregnancy, and she could have a miscarriage.
My mother was moaning.
It was raining extremely hard, the rain was hitting my pregnant mother heavily, and my mother was feeling extreme pains in her tummy after my father had pushed her so hard.
She stood and was shaking, struggling to walk, and couldn’t walk properly. My father abandoned her outside the gates as if she were a common animal.
“Help… Help me…” My mother screamed. She also felt as if she was bleeding. My mother panicked when she saw blood crawling down her legs and remembered what her gynecologist had told her, not to ever get stressed during her pregnancy.
She wailed, clutching her tummy as she was seriously bleeding. She cried, filled with agony, scared of having a miscarriage. My mother kept hitting the gates and screaming for help, but my father had turned a deaf ear and refused to come out.
She was all alone outside in the cold, breathing heavily.
I heard my mother screaming in a lot of pain and wondered how feverish she must be, staying under the merciless rain for too long. I hurriedly stepped out of my bedroom, feeling bad for her.
I ran outside, not caring if I would be flogged by the rains. When I opened the gates and ran to my mother, I cried when I saw her lying on the floor, bleeding and moaning.
“Help Papa…” I fell down on my knees, weeping beside my mother.
My father heard my voice and thought that I was in trouble. He panicked and ran outside the gates.
He burst in anger when he saw me beside my mother. He gripped me tightly by my wrist, taking me away from my mother.
“No… mama…” I was resisting.
He kept dragging me tightly. “Leave her there! Let’s go!!!” He screamed at me.
My father was extremely upset with my mother. He did not love her anymore as a husband. He hated her, especially because she was poor and had no family, and he couldn’t wait to get rid of her from his life.
My father left my mother alone on the floor, bleeding. And the rain did not stop pouring.
My mother almost died that night… Had she not been rescued by our kind neighbor, Mr. Toyin, who lives next door and had spotted her dying on the floor, he brought her safely to a hospital.
She was rushed to the emergency ward. The gynecologist attending to my mother gave Mr. Toyin very bad news regarding her pregnancy.