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Isn’t it strange how two complete strangers find solace in one another? We didn’t know anything about one another, but it was surely comforting to talk to one another about each other’s struggles. From the manner in which that lady had been talking about her struggle, I could tell that I was the first person with whom she’d shared her tale. As much as I was glad to lend her my ear, I grew stressed to see her struggling in voicing her past. I could tell something exceptionally tragic might’ve taken place on the day of the birth of her child. "Are you alright?" I questioned the lady. "If you're uncomfortable, we could stop right here. I don’t want to stress you out.” The woman shook her head and continued telling me about her bitter memories, "The day I gave birth was the day they took