MOTHERHOOD

The baby cried, and Oge knew he was hungry. She sat down, and thought about how bad her life had become. She tried to console the child, but he wouldn’t stop crying. She didn’t bother giving him her breasts to suckle, as she had stopped producing milk over three days ago. How would she, when her last meal had been about five days ago, when one family had taken pity on her and given her some bread. She had been surviving on just water, and her strength was already beginning to fail her.