It may sound difficult to not only hear, but also tell the sad story of a woman who was called, Tabitha, who used to live with both parents.
Immediately after dropping out of school, she could not be told anything, be it by the parents, not even the elders in the village. She got into drinking alcohol, yet she was still a minor. Each and every day, she would come home drunk late at night.
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Her alcohol intake increased day by day and it did not take long before a stranger took advantage of her drunken state and impregnated her. Still this did not deter her from going back to the drinking dens to gulp more glasses of alcohol.
When the day came for conceiving the baby, she was still less concerned and would hurl insults at the doctors more often, and kept on yelling how she hated the innocent child. Immediately, she conceived, her parents got hold of the baby, but the nurses could not let them go away with it, as it was still underweight. It had to be taken back to the incubator for a period of one month in order for it to gain weight.
The day Tabitha was discharged and referred to go for rehabilitation; it was not of any use to her and just went on with her drinking habits. The child was brought up in a world of her own, with no one to call a father, not even a loving, caring mother.
It did not take long, before she died when the child was 3 years old, and had to be left under the care of the grandparents who were willing and ready to do the best to their grandchild.
At times, the elders, parents, guardians try their level best to give their children a better upbringing, some end up being successful, others give up, while others end up being hopeless.
