It was a terribly difficult birth but finally, after about 48 hours of Ming trying to stay put, he emerged, looking a bit like a giant frog. He was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen!
As soon as Anthony saw that this giant frog was his son, he held him in his arms and then abruptly left, pleading exhaustion and cow-milking obligations. It was 2am.
OMG he wasn’t a giant frog at all; he was our little boy! Ming!
And in that moment of recognition, I understood all of the mysteries of the world.
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