Ma, when I grow up,
I shall have a perfect husband,
and two little girls. Just like you.
And on a warm summer night,
when my youngest will fuss
about her dinner, I too
will find us a spot under the stars
and distract her with the stray dogs.
And as she chooses their names,
and weaves stories around them,
I’ll feed her daal-rice with my hands.
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