My grandmother ended in the hospital. When she died, there was no way to communicate the information to my grandfather. He walked a long way to get to the hospital. He had no horse and no way to get there. So, he walked for miles to get there. When he arrived to the hospital, he was told that grandma was dead and so was her baby that was inside her wound. The bed was empty and there was no body on it. Grandpa left very sad, and grieved his own way on his way back home to the small straw hut. Later, it was discovered that my grandma's body was dumped in a hole with the rest of the dead bodies afer she had passed away. It was discovered that the baby lived, and that one of the nurses there decided to keep it and took the baby home with her.
To be continued.
