Saturday, December 31, 2005
My mum always tells some interesting stories from back when she was in her village in China. They're probably embellished a little for effect but they're still based on people she knew. That is the scary part.
Once there was a village woman who was about to give birth. She desperately wanted a son to please her husband. When the child was born, she was bitterly disappointed when the mid-wife told her the baby was a girl. So the next day, she left the little girl in her cradle and turned it over. She then went off to work in the fields. When she came home that night, the baby was dead.
A short while later, she was increasing again, hoping for a boy this time. Again, the mid-wife told her it was a baby girl. The next day, she turned the cradle over and went to work in the fields. When she got home that night, the baby was dead.
Not long after this, the woman was pregnant once again. When she learnt that the baby was a girl once more, she took the baby into her arms to put into the cradle. It was then she noticed how uncanny the resemblance was to the other baby girls she had so unmercifully left behind. Fearful that it was the same baby reincarnated, she brought the baby up as lovingly as if she were a son.
The next baby she bore was a son.
 -our
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