Excerpt from my next novel. The answer was in the affirmative. The old security guard, who had been snoozing in the shade, got up and went inside. From his observations for the past two days, the man knew that he will not come back to the gate for next 5 minutes. He entered the gate and rapidly went up the stairs to the first floor. A pretty young lady in her twenties opened the door.

The Art and the Craft of Healing. Sunday, 10 May 2015. So much happened and when I looked for you to tell you, you were still gone. I am that woman who has just given birth to a healthy, fat baby. As I hold him, looking into his wide open eyes. drinking him in, I am surprised at the euphoric feeling of this new motherhood. Still, a relentless dark cloud nags at me, she will not see this beautiful baby. She will not count his tiny toes with me.

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