My mother was pregnant again with the eleventh child. It was around March of that year. She wasn't feeling well and ended up in the hospital with pneumonia. She wasn't a very healthy woman anyway, and with my father beating her all the time, how could one expect her to be. He had just beaten her before she got sick. Her resistance must have gotten real low. She was a thin woman.
I remember when it was cold in the house she'd always stand on the registers to get warm. I can still see her standing over that one in the living room, rubbing her hands and trying to stay warm. Then she'd get off and get cold. No wonder she got Pneumonia.
She had to stay in the hospital for a few days. Then she came home for more abuse. It never ended.
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