“Anyway, finally amid the pain, I felt something slipping out. This fiery hot mass like the sun. The moment the baby burst into…its first cry…” she wipes the tears from her eyes, “was the most painfully beautiful moment for me.”
“There is always something new under the sun,” says her youngest sister with an awkward smile while squeezing her 10-year-old daughter’s hand.
if I had a child
of my own
Kernels,2, Summer 2014