The Journey of a Midwife

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…As she drifted off, a fleeting image flashed through her mind: Mrs. Vance, her face stern but her eyes holding a glint of understanding, perhaps even empathy. Aisha clung to that image, a tiny spark of hope in the encroaching darkness of her exhaustion. She had to keep going. She had to succeed. For herself, for Debby, and for the countless women who would one day depend on her skills. The shadow of her secret was long, but Aisha was determined not to let it engulf her entirely. She would fight, she would endure, and she would become the midwife she was meant to be. The first shadow had fallen, but the dawn, however distant, was still a possibility.