Part 24: The trappings

Social networks worked, no matter what you called yourself. Cousins, uncles, grandparents, neighbors, friends, colleagues, bowling buddies and former fellow students, they came by, called and sent packages, at least a few lines. And the head, that stood somewhere and yet you were happy and everything else for the time being beside the point. Only in the family room the beds were not pushed together, also the date of birth of the “wife” was not present. Otherwise, explanations were out of place. Not every nurse, not every doctor, not every midwife had to have the constellation explained to them in those first days.

continue to part 25: Being a woman, a mother, back to the roots – God rest our souls, the warm-hearted ones

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