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Without any anaesthetic, they cut that thing open and
squeezed it out. You could hear me scream a mile away.

I couldn’t walk properly or sit down for days — maybe

weeks.

By this time, my stepfather had remarried. So, I took my

little girl to the country and left her with them,
promising to come back for her when I could. Of course,

they took good care of her. I went back a few times, but

not often enough for her to know me.

Meanwhile, I was struggling. I was having more babies.

I even had twins — that was an experience I will never
forget. I never knew that I was having twins until they

were born. The doctor said after the first one came out,
“I think there is another one there.” The problem was,

they were both girls.

The father hated that. If only they were boys. So, he
decided that I was no good — because I couldn’t give

him boys. His friend had boys, and he didn’t. I was
abused without mercy. Because of his abuse, I suffered

two miscarriages. Who knows — those could have been
the boys.

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