It was on the 25 October 1984 and the time was 07h15 a.m., when my mother and my father entered the doors of Mthatha Hospital. My mother was pregnant carrying me for 8 ½ months, “I was in great pain”, said Thobeka. The time was around about 14h30 pm, my parents come out the hospital holding hands and they come out of the building not carrying a baby. I asked my father… “Dad what happened, you have spent seven hours in hospital and you come out with out me?”
This was what my father told me, “you were under weight my son, you struggled to breath and we were forced to live you behind. Three days after, my mother went to the hospital alone, because my father had to go and work, so that he can be able to support us. “The moment I entered the hospital, I went straight to the toil and I prayed” said my mother. According to my mother, “every one was smiling and that gave me hope and the Doctor came to me and said “your son is ready to be discharged”. My mother walked out of the hospital holding me in her hands and in to a new life for me.
Ncaaaawww! How sweet!I enjoyed reading this mainly because I did not know this about you. In this piece the grammer can be improved, however the story caught me the minute I read the first line, that is important. So that is a big-up for you. Well done once again.
ReplyDeleteOkay, nice story but grammerwise,you did not proof read your story before posting it. Secondly,it was a bit confusing because you are talking as if you were there its not clear if you are talking about you or someone else, you keep on saying "you ask" im not sure if you asking while the story is being told or you asked back then?!
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