In the wounds we inflict on one another, or whether it is the same wound,
which, for every time, grows a bit bigger, deeper,
we have planted a child, two children,
and from this wound, our children are to grow.
This is a novel about love:
To her new-born baby, a mother recounts the events that have led to this baby. These are stories of lengthy disease, loneliness, and sorrow. About the fear of loving someone, and yet having the courage to do so.
Read excerpts from the book here
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