We had to fled. We had no money. We had nothing when we left China. Nothing. I was 8 months pregnant when both of us reached Bintangor, a little town situated in East Malaysia. We had to do something quick or our baby will starve to death. We settled in a little house together and worked in the fields. We thought everything was going well for once until he fell ill. His condition worsened by the days. One month later, his condition deteriorated. I brought him to the hospital and begged for cure. The doctor told me there was no cure for malaria and his situation is hopeless. I was devastated. They told me to leave the hospital. My husband was so sick he could not even walk. I was 9 months pregnant, I seeked help but no one seem to bother.
So I put him on a bamboo plank and with my 9 months baby in me, I dragged him all the way home. All the way back. Alone… He passed away that very night.
I was alone, I had no relatives, no friends and my husband just passed away. What am I going to do? I am in a foreign land with my baby and NOTHING else.. nothing..
to be continued....
