Mother is the First Beloved

“I found myself very young, my head did not reach the countertop, in a small, hot kitchen with the radio on, and my mother, visibly pregnant, dancing. We were listening to the radio, the three of us, my mother me, and my unborn brother in her belly. We danced to the songs of the times, the radio wailing tinny and small.”

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