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I peer across to the other side of the river. I see only land. The sun is starting to rise, and I must get back to my duties soon. I have numerous water candles in my arms. I place them on the ground, careful not to drop any. I take one, nursing it like a precious baby, and then ease it into the water.
Our people believe that to increase fertility and please the gods, childless women should offer candle lights to the stream. Each candle represents a married year without children. My hands tremble as I drop the eleventh candle in the water. I wipe my tears and look over to the other side of the river. For a moment, I envision my child as an adult on the other side. Just one. Please, just give me at least one child.
- Ermisenda Alvarez Continue reading