Friend wife abort their baby after friend funeral

My late Friend drowned due to he was swimming he drop into water and he was drowned and killed, when his surviving wife is 6 months pregnant. After the funeral, his wife went to beat the child. My friend's parents and many people urged his wife to keep the kids and my friend to keep them, but his wife beat the kids. Later, many people beat his wife, saying she was too cruel, how could she give up the blood of friends so easily. On the day of the funeral, the sky was gloomy, my friend's wife was wearing a black dress, her stomach was already pregnant, standing in front of the tombstone without sheding a tear, just standing straight, like a stone statue.

All of The people in the cemetery slowly scattered that day, relatives deliberately avoided her when they left, and several elders turned back to her, with unfilial and unconscious words in their mouths. The wind rang the white paper money in front of the tombstone, and she stood there until the old man guarding the tomb came to remind him, slowly lifted his feet and walked outside the cemetery step by step. The black dress fabric was dusty and she didn't care, the back looked straight and stiff, like the bones of the whole body were taking the last breath.

I wanted to go forward and give her a ride, but just started, I heard two relatives talking about her, saying that she just wanted to get rid of the burden, marry young and young, and don't care about the pain of the old two lost children. I stopped and watched her walk alone to the side of the road, without a taxi, slowly walking along the sidewalk, the back went farther and farther in the gloomy sky without looking back.

My friend and I are young and know that his life with his wife is not easy. Both people are from the countryside, working in the city to rent a house, friends working hard at the construction site, earning hard-earned money, his wife quit her job after she was pregnant, focused on parenting, all the expenses in the family depend on friends alone. Half a month before the accident, my friend still drank with me, saying that when the child was born, he would change a house with a balcony, give his wife and children a better life, and he also saved half a year's money, ready to buy the best milk powder

At the funeral, my friend's parents cried so much, took his wife's hand and knelt on the ground and begged her, saying that even if the old couple went to collect trash and sell the house, they would help her raise the child, only to leave a root for the Relatives also came around to persuade, saying that the child has been formed for six months, is a life, and is the only bloodline of friends. She did so to break the thoughts of her in-law She didn't say a word of defense all the time, just picked up the old man and nod her head, but turned and went to the hospital.

Everyone thinks she is mean and selfish, only I know she came to me once. Just the day before she went to the hospital, she was sitting in the rental house with unopened baby clothes and quilt piles, all of her stitching. She told me that she didn't want the baby, that every night when the baby was moving, she touched the stomach and talked to the child, that was the only thing she and her husband thought. But she did count, her friend walked suddenly, left no savings, no insurance, she had no job, no income, her hometown's in-law was not in good health, took medicine all the year round, and she had no ability to help her raise children

She went to the hospital for consultation, six months of induced labor is very harmful to the body, and she is also afraid that she will never be able to conceive again, but she thought of the birth of the child, followed her living without a fixed place, she can't even make money for milk powder, and she has to suffer poverty, she feels it better not She said that her friend loved her the most, was most afraid of her being wronged, and if he knew that the child was born to suffer, he would not be at ease underground

She cried all night in the taxi house that day, tears snapped her clothes on her knees, but in the graveyard she couldn't cry. She knew that as long as she shed a tear, everyone would think she was regretful, was wrong, but she didn't regret it, she just felt that she was too sore to breathe. Those tears that didn't fall, were in her heart, pressing her to breathe.

After returning from the hospital, she didn't go back to her home, she didn't contact her in-law's family anymore, just living alone in that rental house full She packed all the baby's things in the corner, then found a job as a restaurant waiter, went out early and came home late every day, tired and did not dare to relax, and when she was free, she would think of her friends and the unborn child.

Later I met her again, it was in the vegetable market, she lost a big circle, her face was not good, see I just nod my head gently. Still someone was beating her back, saying she was cold-blooded, saying she forgot her dead husband. She never refuted, just walked silently. No one knows that she secretly gives money to her friends' parents every month. The money is not much, she saves food, and no one knows that she will touch her stomach at night and sit for a long time.

The way she stands in front of the tombstone is always engraved in my heart. Not that she is cruel, she is too aware of the weight of life, those who blame her, only see the continuation of the bloodline, but did not see her as a woman, after losing her husband, to face the endless difficulties. She didn't leave children, not giving up friends, but in another way, keeping the friends' desire not to let her and the children suffer.