New fiction by Sze-Leng Tan
The sky at almost dusk is bright and promising, as it was half a lifetime ago on the day I saved her. The plump clouds floating above the Shanghai skyline are innocent, so no one would expect a stirring in their tranquillity. Yes, the sky is still the same as it was that day.
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“Keep going … push harder! Go on! Yes, that’s right.”
The blood.
“Congratulations. Finally, it’s here ... it’s …”
Silence fell as I heaved my chest and head, releasing the deepest breath I had ever drawn, along with the weight I had been carrying. I exhaled.
“Is it a boy or a girl?” Its destiny, and mine, depended on the answer.
Another silence followed my question, the longest, quietest silence. I waited – it had already been nine months, after all.
Guang came in and broke the tension. Hastily, my husband asked, “With or without the chiguding?” The beak-like tip on an arrowhead tuber, the chiguding resembles a baby boy’s genitals.
“It’s …” said Gerna in a trembling voice, “… a nü’er.”