Kunji woke up with a start. The baby had started crying. The cradle made of cloth that hung from the ceiling was absolutely still. She looked at the clock. 3 am. She quickly got up and sat on her mat, and rocked the cradle gently. She lit a small candle that revealed much of the… Continue reading Kunji
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