Sometime in the early 1970s in India a newly born boy, all blue from lack of oxygen, was wrapped in a white cloth and placed on the floor, about to be forgotten.
That little human’s whimpers, or lack thereof, were not meant to disturb medical professionals who were busy taking care of an unconscious woman on the gurney.
The baby was me. The woman, my mother.
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