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I had seen my daughter leaving the house around 8 p.m. on three occasions, each time with a different man dropping her off, but I chose to keep silent.

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My name is Amaka. I lost my husband in a deadly accident that almost shattered my life. Shortly after, I discovered I was two months pregnant.
When I gave birth to my daughter, she was the most beautiful baby, a constant reminder of my husband. I loved her deeply and spoiled her. I overlooked everything, good or bad, because I couldn’t bear to discipline her.
Cynthia, now 21, was an incredibly beautiful girl with a slender body. I had been planning to finance her university education.
“Mummy, it’s a very good friend of mine that I wanted to visit, and I won’t be long,” she would often say.
“Good friend of yours? Is it every day? At this hour?” I questioned.
“Mom, leave me alone. I’m tired,” she retorted, heading to her room.
“Cynthia! Cynthia! How many times did I call you?”
“As you see me here, you’re the only family I have left. My husband abandoned me after getting me pregnant, and I used my last kobo to raise you,” I said, trying to reach her.
“Mummy, they’re just my friends.”
“Friends, you say?”
“Oh, oh. So they are the ones you usually sneak out to meet at night, abi!” I snapped…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>
“Oh, oh. So they are the ones you usually sneak out to meet at night, abi!” I snapped.
One evening, she said she was going to an evening service. But Cynthia returned home late from church, at 9 p.m. I sat calmly in front of the gate, waiting for her. Meanwhile, I had called the pastor, who informed me that they closed at 6 p.m. and that the service didn’t exceed two hours.
Fear gripped me when I saw her condition.
I focused my torch on her and noticed that she was tattered, as if she had been in a fight, and her clothes were filthy. Her Bible was nowhere to be found, and her eyes were red.
“Cynthia, where are you coming from? Where is your Bible and what happened to your eyes?” I questioned anxiously, placing my hands on my waist and staring at her.
“Mummy, please. I… I…” she stammered.
“Are you normal! I’m asking you where you’re coming from, and you’re opening your stupid mouth to tell me nonsense!!”
“I said, where are you coming from!” I repeated, slapping her on the face.
Despite all my tirades, she just stood there sobbing silently. I then hauled her to my room and began beating her, slapping her, and using some of my belts on her. I gave her the beating of her life, but she didn’t talk to me.
The next morning, when I went to check on her, she was still crying. I was furious because she wouldn’t tell me anything.
Later, I saw my daughter lying down, holding her stomach in pain as blood rushed from her abdomen.
I quickly rushed to the clinic and bought some drugs, which I gave her, and she swallowed. I laid her on her bed, covered her with a thick blanket, and sat close to her.
When her temperature had dropped, I began to pat her.
“Cynthia, I’m sorry.”
“But why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?”
“Mummy…. I…, Mummy… I…”
“It’s okay. It’s okay. Hope you’ve eaten. Take this food.”
She nodded.
“Please just rest, okay?” I sympathized with her, pecked her, and left.
But she was still on her bed, sobbing uncontrollably.
“Ah ah. Cynthia, what is it now? Talk to me. Why are you crying?” I muttered, removing her hands.
She just looked at me and turned away, refusing to talk.
My daughter was always returning home late at night, her clothes always torn and she was always crying.
Three weeks later, I started to realize that some of my money had gone missing, and every time I asked Cynthia about it, she would say she had no idea.
Meanwhile, I had been noticing that she was always spacing out and she would stay in the bathroom muttering to herself.
Regardless of all my questions regarding her health, she’d always tell me she was fine.
A few days later, after coming home from work, my daughter was nowhere to be found. I looked around her room, ate, took a bath, and then started looking for her.
When I returned, I hurried to her room and saw her there, panting rapidly and staring straight ahead as blood was rushing from her body. Next to her, I found some abortion pills.
“My daughter, you have killed me ohh!”
I tried getting her attention by tapping her, but she wasn’t responding.
“Jesus, this girl has killed me oooo.. Cynthia, talk to me!”
“Why do this to yourself? Why kill yourself, chaaaaaai… This girl has killed me ooo…” My eyes were soaked with tears.
She was just lifeless, and her body was cold.
I quickly rushed her to the hospital, but the doctor said there was nothing he could do, that we came late, that the pills had completely destroyed her, and that she had aborted many babies.
Right in front of me, cotton wools were inserted in her mouth, nose, and ears and then laid her in the morgue. I fainted twice.
“Ehh, I have killed my daughter. I should have taught her the lessons of life.”
Now I am nothing. I lost my daughter and my only child. Please, mothers, always train your children well.

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Surgeons were left stunned and ‘screamed in disbelief by what they found in drunk man’s stomach’! –

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We need to be careful in what we eat and not only physically, but also spiritually and psychologically. If we eat healthy food physically, we will have a proper growth and development, and our body will be supplied with good ingredients for its normal functioning.

But, we also need to be careful what we insert into our bodies. Sometimes people accidentally swallow something they shouldn’t. This was not the case with this drunk man.

Per reports, the surgeons were stunned when they needed to remove a steel cup from a man’s stomach, which they believe was initially inserted into his ‘behind…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

An unnamed man was reporting stomach pains for several days and no treatment seemed to work, despite seeing multiple doctors, according to The Post. He then saw Dr. Lal, who did an X-ray and discovered the cup inside him. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

The man was then rushed to surgery where surgeons successfully removed a cup the size of a hand from what appears to be an incision in his stomach.

According to The Post, video shows the procedure which begins with one doctor cleaning the stomach area before carefully removing the silver cup with the bottom of the object facing up. Medical staff appears to be in disbelief as the surgeon holds up the tumbler for the camera.

The man, who works as a laborer, has recovered well, according to reports. The medical professionals have hypothesized that the cup reached his stomach after being inserted up the man’s ‘behind’. Doctors said the man got extremely drunk with three strangers after returning from a grocery store, where he had gone to get vegetables. By the time he sobered up, the unknown people were not present, and doctors aren’t sure if the man shoved the cup up his rectum himself or if he was assaulted.

 

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3-Year-Old Girl Drowns In Shocking Accident Outside Of Ice Cream Store. Suddenly, Her Mother Remembers Her Blanket –

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The love of a child is priceless, so when that child passes away, it is a very devastating thing to intake. It is hard on the parents as well as the family. However, the love and joy for that child never goes away and they live forever through memories of happiness.

Three-year-old Sadie Grace Andrews is will forever be remember and honored after she was killed accidentally while outside of an ice cream parlor.

In Auburn, Alabama, Sadie was outside playing with her other siblings when by accident she ended up slipping into a grease trap and drowned.

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“She had more faith than any child I’ve ever seen,” Sadie’s mother, Corrie Andrews, told AL.com. “And I’m not just saying that because she was my child.”

“We know without a shadow of a doubt, our baby is with Jesus,” Corrie added.

Corrie says that her daughter’s name means, “God’s Thoughtful Princess,” and that is exactly what Sadie was. She was the perfect princess, the best reflect of what her name embodies.

“And she really was that—always expressing gratefulness and love for God and other people. She would light up a room with her smile; she walked with a skip in her step. I’ve never met a more joyful child who loved God with all her heart.”

Sadie’s father, Tracy Andrews, said that he’s happy, appreciative and grateful for the three years that he along with their family got with spend with their precious Sadie, and reflected on the many lessons his daughter was able to teach him about life and love.

“She taught me about being happy and loving life and loving people,” Tracy said. “At 3 years old, there’s no preconceived notions. To her, everybody was good. She didn’t see the bad. She just loved people and it didn’t matter what they did.”

Lance and Kara Latham are the owners of Bruster’s Real Ice Cream, the shop where Sadie tragically drowned on Saturday. They released a Facebook statement on Sunday, extending their deepest condolences for the family’s loss. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

“As the owner of the Auburn Bruster’s, our deepest condolences go to the family of the child who tragically died Saturday. They are acquaintances of ours and have been regular customers. We are truly heartbroken that this happened. Our thoughts also are with our young crewmember who tried to revive the child. Like all of us, he is quite shaken. The entire Bruster’s family is horribly saddened by this tragic accident.”

They encouraged others in the community to continue praying for the Andrews family.

Sadie’s uncle, Chad Vermillion, also organized a YouCaring campaign on the family’s behalf.

“The body of Christ is powerful when we act together and if we can help alleviate their burden let’s do so,” Vermillion wrote in the fundraiser’s description. “Above all else, please pray for my dear sister Corrie and brother-in-law Tracy. The pain is insurmountable right now.”

Corrie says God used Sadie the morning that she died, to prepare the mother of six for the grief that lay ahead.

Sadie was attached to a blanket from her grandmother, that she slept with every single night. On Saturday morning though, Sadie put the blanket in a bag and told her mom that she no longer needed it, and wanted to give it away.

“Looking back, it’s as if she knew she wouldn’t need it anymore.”

One thing is certain, Sadie Grace brought more joy to this world in her three short years than many of us can fathom in our entire lifetime. She exuded the love of Jesus, and her family takes comfort in knowing that she is Home with Him now.

Praying for peace that surpasses all understanding, and healing for every single person whose life was touched by this beautiful little angel.

 

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She Didn’t Want to Pay for a Divorce. So She Shot Her Husband in His Sleep and the unexpected took place –

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Melanie Biggins, a 42-year-old woman from Missouri, found herself in a situation that ended in tragedy. She was married to Ettienne L. McEwan for nine years, but their relationship had been struggling. For the last year and a half of their marriage, Melanie had been having an affair. She wanted to leave her husband, but she felt trapped because she didn’t have the money to file for a divorce. Instead of finding another way out, she made a terrible decision that changed everything.

On August 31, 2022, Melanie called 911 in the early hours of the morning. She told the police that an intruder had broken into their home and shot her husband while they were both asleep in bed. When the police arrived, they found Melanie trying to save her husband by performing CPR. She claimed that she had woken up to the sound of a gunshot and saw her husband had been shot under his chin. She said she ran downstairs and saw the front door open but didn’t see anyone…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

At first, the police believed her story, but things didn’t add up. Melanie initially told them that the only gun in the house was her husband’s rifle. However, as the investigation continued, she admitted that she had bought a handgun from a pawn shop. The police also found a pillow and blanket with bullet holes on the floor, and they discovered a .38 Special handgun hidden under a bunk bed in another room. These clues made it clear that Melanie’s story about an intruder wasn’t true. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

Eventually, Melanie broke down and confessed. She admitted that she had shot her husband. She explained that she had been unhappy in their marriage and wanted to end it but felt she couldn’t afford a divorce. In a moment of desperation, she made the tragic choice to kill him instead.

Melanie was originally charged with first-degree murder and armed criminal action, which could have led to a life sentence. However, she made a deal with prosecutors and pleaded guilty to the lesser charge of voluntary manslaughter. Because of this plea deal, she was sentenced to 10 years in prison instead of facing a much harsher punishment.

 

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