Maisarah is one year two months plus. Of all my children, I think she is the one that most resemble me. She is the only one I missed being in the labour room. The rest I was there to give support and encouragement to their mother. Maisarah, before I knew it, was already out of her mother's womb. She is also the only one I missed being there when she was beginning to walk. I was in faraway Bakun. Is this a sign of things to come? I will be missing more in the years to come. I will be 78 when she is barely 20 years old.
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