BAD BLOOD

" Calm down, your son is in the intensive care, he needs a special care because he has a congenital heart disease and it needs lots of care" the nurse replied.

" A congenital heart disease? You mean my son is suffering from heart disease? I asked with tears.

" Yes" the nurse said.

"Will my son die? I asked with tears dripping down my face.

" No, he won't die, you see in situations like this , we treat to sue press or transplant a new heart for the baby" she says.

Tears dripped down my face where was I supposed to get the money to treat the baby? I have no one to help me.

I had no help, I am just doing my best to be a good mother to my children, I don't even know where their father is.

And now my son needs a heart transplant. I held the nurse and began to plead with her not to let my son die.

" Please don't let my son die" I weep so hard holding her hands and she embraces me.

" Nothing will happen to your son, he will be fine, it depends on the test carried out, maybe he will need a transplant or it can be surprised with drugs.

I kept on crying and demanded I want to see my son. She told me to relax that I am not yet strong to start going around.

The following day

I got out of bed to go and look for my son myself, I got to where babies are kept in the intensive care.

I stood staring at him with tears dripping down my face.

I was crying because where will I get such money to take care of my son.

I can't watch my son die just like that, I have to do something.

I left there and met with the doctor to talk about my son's health and she told me for now I can still get some drugs to suppress his condition but the best was heart transplant.

Tears dripped down my face because I don't even have the complete hospital bills not to talk of buying drugs to suppress my son's heart disease.

I have to save my son, I have to start working to get some money to buy the suppressing drugs first then I will save for my son's heart transplant.

The doctor stare at me for a while and said.

" We have given him treatment that could last him four months without drug but if you buy him the drug prescribed , the treatment given to him will last him a year"

I nod my head with tears dripping down my face.

" Can I take him home? I asked.

" Ofcourse you can but don't forget to come back for his transplant, it's very important" he says.

I nod my head with tears dripping down my face.

I paid my bills and return home. When I got home , I place them in their cradle with tears dripping down my face.

My heart began to beat so hard if I will ever be able to care for my babies.

I became scared of being able to save my son, I became scared off being able to raise them on my own.

I went to the pharmacy to ask for the drugs and the drugs was too expensive but I have to buy it to save my son.

Three months later.

My babies are already three months old, I haven't been able to work or get my son who had heart disease a drug.

I thought of getting them a nanny, I got them a nanny and pay

Luckily for me after five days of search, I got a five hours job of a store attendant.

The money isn't much but it's better. After working for a month , I thought it will be easy with the little salary to pay for a nanny and buy my son's drugs but it's harder than I thought.

I bought my son's drug and foods for the kids and I couldn't pay the whole salary of the nanny for that month.

I pleaded with the nanny and she accepted the half salary and I began to search for a second job.

After two weeks of search, I took up a second job and things got better a bit.

After three months my nanny began to demand for increment in her salary which I agreed.

I was supposed to raise my money for my son's surgery in the second job but , I couldn't, things keep getting harder.

My house contract is almost over , I needed to save more money.

I needed a better job, I needed my certificates.

I went back home in the rain and pleaded to be allowed to take my certificates and to my surprised I was told my dad is late and my stepmom denied me that she doesn't know me because I have been disowned by my dad before his death and he didn't leave anything for me.

I wasn't allowed into the house by the security then I told the house security to plead help me tell my stepmom should just let me get some of my things and my certificate.

Stephanie came out to me and told me she will help me bring them.

After an hour of standing under the rain and mourning my dad, Stephanie finally came out when the rain stopped.

" Sorry step sis, I don't step into the rain because I am a princess unlike an outcast like you” she says laughing and tears dripped down my face as she mocks me.

I could see my certificates with her and she shows it to me.

“ This? Are you talking about this? She asked.

" Thank you" I said and wanted to collect the certificates.

" Not too fast stepsister" she says smiling. She pours the certificates into the ground and she looks into my face.

" Ooops" I am sorry and I quickly bend down to pick them and she brought out a gallon and pours a petrol on my certificates and some spills on my hand.

I quickly wanted to pick my certificates and she kicks away my hand. She lit the fire from the lighter and threw it on my documents.