I shook my head for each of the questions the parents asked.
Could not this have been prevented?
Is there no cure?
Will my child be normal?
Tears flowed freely on the deformed baby that the mother held afar, not yet sure she wanted it.
I reached for the mother’s hand, the tears fell harder.
“She will never be completely normal, but she will smile, laugh and make you happy. You will be a good mother, she will love you.”
The mother nods, drawing her bundle towards her.
Some questions don’t have answers, but for now that’s OK.
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