story on female foeticide
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man stopped at a flower shop to order some flowers to be wired to his mother who lived two hundred miles away.
As he got out of his car he noticed a young girl sitting on the curb sobbing.
He asked her what was wrong and she replied, "I wanted to buy a red rose for my mother.
But I only have seventy-five cents, and a rose costs two dollars."
The man smiled and said, "Come on in with me. I'll buy you a rose."
He bought the little girl her rose and ordered his own mother's flowers.
As they were leaving he offered the girl a ride home.
She said, "Yes, please! You can take me to my mother."
She directed him to a cemetery, where she placed the rose on a freshly dug grave.The man returned to the flower shop, canceled the wire order, picked up a bouquet and drove the two hundred miles to his mother's house.
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man stopped at a flower shop to order some flowers to be wired to his mother who lived two hundred miles away.
As he got out of his car he noticed a young girl sitting on the curb sobbing.
He asked her what was wrong and she replied, "I wanted to buy a red rose for my mother.
But I only have seventy-five cents, and a rose costs two dollars."
The man smiled and said, "Come on in with me. I'll buy you a rose."
He bought the little girl her rose and ordered his own mother's flowers.
As they were leaving he offered the girl a ride home.
She said, "Yes, please! You can take me to my mother."
She directed him to a cemetery, where she placed the rose on a freshly dug grave.The man returned to the flower shop, canceled the wire order, picked up a bouquet and drove the two hundred miles to his mother's house.
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mother felt tremendous pain in her abdomen. It was sucking her life out. The warmth and comfortable liquid of the womb started boiling. I was bit confused. I remembered there was still four more months to leave the womb. Or it might be that my family wanted to see me sooner. I tried bearing the pain in great anticipation – I wanted to see face of my most caring mother, my loveable father, my storyteller grandma, my serious never talking grandpa, my sweet little three sisters… I wanted to be born as a cute baby… I wanted to see the World… you and God had also told me that… But it became unbearable for my mother. She tried hard not to hurt me. She tried to stop riverlet of blood coming out of her… it was me… even in extreme pain she cried for me and persuaded last time to my family.
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