I wanted her to always have everything so good and so perfect. I knew it wasn’t realistic
A year later I held my first baby, a beautiful, delicate little girl. Of course, I named her Shani after my mother.
Shani was a pure joy to raise. She was charming and obedient. She was helpful at home, and got good grades. She had a sparkle in her eyes and a bounce in her step.
My other children followed in quick succession. Each one was a treasure. Each one brought us so much joy. But Shani… well, she was my oldest, and she carried my mother’s name. And that was always how I would introduce her. “This is Shani, named after my mother.”
My husband Cheski would tease me that I definitely played favorites. I would laugh and deny the accusation. But I knew that he might be right.
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