Green Snake

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She was benevolent, kind, and trustworthy.

One of the best midwives and counselors in the area, she'd helped deliver quite a huge number of babies, and then comfort a lot of mothers who'd lost theirs' in the line of childbirth

Bertha was her name, and there wasn't a soul kind as hers within 5 miles of Saint Paul's. Middle Aged and always dressed in her clean sky-0blue scrubs, she became synonymous with that hospital, especially among the women.

That was because there was a dishearteningly high mortality rate for newborns in that area. One in every ten childbirth gave rise to stillbirths, and people said it was because of the water. It might have well been, nobody knew, because it was a rural area, so the Government never bothered to send anybody.

It was therefore up to Bertha to do something for the people she loved and cherished so much. The people who loved her back like she was a sister, mother, or aunt to them. She gave back to the community which placed her in high esteem.

She held therapy classes for all mothers who'd lost their newborns during delivery. Through that platform, bereaved, depressed mothers could share their sorrows and be cleansed of their sadness.

They could learn to hope again, to forget about the losses of the past, to give childbirth one more shot.

And when they failed yet again, they could learn to try and try again. Bertha made them see know resilience; she made them forget the shame and trauma of losing a newborn, and then she made them eager to get pregnant again.

If news of her achievements reached the outside world, she might have gotten a Nobel Peace Prize. But Bertha was too modest for that. She was usually shy and didn't like to attend gatherings, social functions, and dinners. Many would come to visit her at her home, where she usually held a few get-togethers.

She was popular among the women, and although some men did approach her, she never did settle down and live the married life, which surprised and disappointed quite a few people. For someone who did a lot for mothers, you'd think she would want to be one herself.

Well, life didn't always go as expected. Either way, she still loved the therapy discussion groups and made sure to hold them weekly, listening to all the women there.

It felt like it was the least she could do, but that wasn't the reason in actuality.

Killing their children felt good, but watching them wail about it, convincing them to take in again, and killing the children once more felt even better.