“He’s waking up. You brought him just in time. A few minutes’ delay could have been fatal,” I hear someone say.
I feel a cool hand on my forehead.
I open my eyes to the anxious face of Lucy, my daughter.
“Rushed to you when you didn’t return my calls. You were down when I reached your place.”
“Sorry, it’s a baby girl”, I remember the village midwife saying when Lucy was born.