On (Dreaming of) Being A Mother

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Today I got a chance to hold my baby cousin.

He was 3 months old.

Holding him felt like holding a glass doll. So small, so fragile.

His fingers were still curled and the joints in his limbs were invisible under the folded fat. His head has just been shaved clean because my family believed it will make his hair grow better. He has no teeth, but yet he proudly…