"Having Children is Like a Disease," she said.
"Excuse me?"
"You don’t know when you let flesh into flesh and seeds are planted and you become suddenly an organism reproducing itself - that a person is being made using you and your body ... until someday, it tells you 'I’m getting out of here.' Then you are in labor, and that's the least painful part."
"You killed your daughter," the kindly priest said quietly through the bars of the cell.
The woman's face became peaceful, almost spiritual. "Yes." I'm cured,"
"Excuse me?"
"You don’t know when you let flesh into flesh and seeds are planted and you become suddenly an organism reproducing itself - that a person is being made using you and your body ... until someday, it tells you 'I’m getting out of here.' Then you are in labor, and that's the least painful part."
"You killed your daughter," the kindly priest said quietly through the bars of the cell.
The woman's face became peaceful, almost spiritual. "Yes." I'm cured,"
