Friday, October 30, 2015

Monologue Mania Day #626 Second Child by Janet S. Tiger Oct. 30, 2015

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Monologue Mania Day #626 Second Child by Janet S. Tiger  Oct. 30, 2015
                                                  Second Child
                                           by Janet S. Tiger 
                                     (c) 2015 all rights reserved 
        (The Chinese woman is in her 40s, looks older,  She is dressed in modern clothing, There are seven bowls indicating a Buddhist shrine, along with a basket.  She looks at the bowls, bows and puts money into the basket by the Buddha statue.  She shakes her head.)

I was brought up to give the offerings, but when I do this now, it is with a bad heart.  I know I am supposed to make right the bad things I have done, or forget them, but how can I do that?

Three babies, three girl babies.  My son was born when I was 18, and he is now a man, married, and his wife is pregnant.  He has a good job, and they will have a good life.

I am happy they changed the law so that my son and his wife can have two babies now, not just one.  Maybe one day, all these bad laws will be gone.  But I can not forget.
And I cannot blame my husband anymore.....he had his reasons.  But three girls, all gone.  He killed, I could not watch.

I cried, but could not tell anyone, not even my parents.  They were lucky, I was born before the laws changed, so they would not understand.  

How could they understand what I do not understand?

But that is not why I am here.

I am here because.....I am pregnant.

I did not think I could be pregnant again, but I am.  All the signs are here.  And we could keep this baby now, and it would be a new generation.  But first I must let go of the other girls who died....who we killed.

I so much wanted a baby girl....and I begged my husband to keep one, we could hide her in the country, like I knew others did.  Hide her until she was old enough, and we could say she was from cousin who died.  You wait long enough, some cousin will die.

But no, he was afraid.  

I hate him.  But now I carry another baby from him.  So I ask for help, to understand what I do now.

Do I stay with my husband or leave him?

Do I stay here, or move to the city to be near my son and his wife, so the babies will have each other to grow up with?

          (She bows her head, slowly rocking, finally stands up tall)

Same thing every day, no good answers.  But I will come back until I know....or until the baby comes......there is always an answer.....

           (She turns to go, stops, looks back)

But the hardest question - what if the a.... boy?

           (She exits, lights fade, come up on the husband - tomorrow's monologue)

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