I'm in my home state for the weekend visiting Mom, Pop and Aunty. Every room of the house is filled with memories of my childhood. And in every room I am summoning visualizations of myself pregnant, of S, of our child. I am imagining the future Nanima and Nanabapa playing with their grandchild, holding her, taking photos, playing games, teaching her Gujarati. I am seeing my pregnant body in every mirror...feeling my belly growing round and strong...nourishing the baby with Mom's home cooking...cuddling with S as the family watches movies on the couch.
I believe the days will come. I can see them.
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