She returned from the hospital and again it was the same story.
"It is going to be a girl", said the doctor.
"Well then you know what to do!", said her husband to the doctor.
"Bring her back her tomorrow", replied the doctor.
How she longed to have a girl! And each time she conceived, it was a girl. But the girl was killed even before she came into the world. She couldn't say anything though she wanted to. But she couldn't bear the thought of losing a daughter yet again. She made up her mind. She wouldn't stay here any longer. If this house couldn't accept her daughter, then she wouldn't stay here either. Taking a deep breath, she began packing, not just her clothes but also those pretty little dresses and the tiny shoes that she had already bought. And in the middle of the night, she walked away, saving not one but two precious lives.
The theme for Day 5 is "Tiny Shoes"
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