“One Month Before Birth — The Day Fate Stole Everything”

This morning, she smiled and said softly, “I sold the last bunch of bananas today. When you get home, let’s go for my prenatal checkup.” Their baby was due in just one month, and the small family had been counting down the days with hope and love.

But fate can be unbearably cruel. While working, he received a frantic call:

“Brother, come home now—your wife… she was hit by a truck at the market!”

He dropped everything and ran, his heart pounding, the words echoing in his mind—“I’ll be home soon, to take care of you and our baby.”

When he arrived, the road was stained with blood, bananas scattered, the bicycle broken—and his beloved wife lay motionless. He collapsed beside her, sobbing:

“Wake up, please! Our baby’s coming in a month… how could you leave us now?”

Now, only grief remains. The child will never know a mother’s embrace, and he must face life alone—both father and mother to the unborn child. Through tears, he vows:

“Rest in peace, my love. I’ll raise our baby… even if my heart never heals.”