“Mother lost her mind when I was little. She would wander around whispering. I never could understand what she said. We feared her sometimes. What was she going to do next? What was she going to say next? The villagers gave their opinion. They said it was a ‘bad god’ that had taken hold of her. She was never cured. I had to take care of all the siblings. And with all the difficulties in our lives, we grew up. I was happy to get married but things are the same here too. My husband briefed you earlier. It is difficult to be happy and not worry. But I try. For my unborn child, I try to console my heart not to lose hope.”