She hid her pregnancy as long as she could, but living in a house with her mother and her brothers wives, she could only hide for so long. After days of physical and emotional abuse, her father killed her child and almost killed her in the process. For months Cheia avoided all human contact, nursing her wounded soul with wounds of flesh. She was eventually sold to the black market salesman for a large sum. She stepped out of her father’s world of idolatry and into the world of the black market, beatings included. Her tale of sorrow and pain ended with a cry of helpless desperation. I so desperately wanted to wrap her up in my big pillowed cushions and shelter her from the troubles of this world, but I can’t, I am a couch.
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