It was Sunday morning when I visited my aunt and on my way back home I heard that my neighbor is in the hospital. I knew that my neighbor was pregnant so I decided not to go home not to go home straight and I went to the hospital.
When I reached to the hospital, I was confused, because I did not know the room which she was admitted and I decided to sit on a bench after a few minutes I saw a nurse and I asked the nurse if there is a woman who has been admitted in the hospital and the nurse asked me if the woman was pregnant and I replied yes.
Then the nurse went and I continued sitting on the bench. After five minutes the relatives of the woman came and families members.
Then nurse came and asked the family members the name of the woman and they told her that her name is Ruth Akoth.
I asked the nurse if there is any bad news and the nurse told me yes. The woman has died but the child is a live. The father asked the nurse whether the child is a boy or a girl and the nurse told him the child was a boy.
After one week, we buried the woman and the baby was left with his father. The father did not feed the child and he did not have time to look after him because he was an alcoholic. The baby became dirty, weak, and sick and he died.
If the father was not alcoholic the baby could have not died and if the neighbors could have taken the care of the baby.
