“And what would have happened if Anbron had no milk?”
She frowned and spoke slowly in her pidgin Domhanian Standard. “Baby die. If no woman has milk, baby always die. Anbron much, much happy give milk baby. She help baby live. She love baby. But Anbron much, much sad. Baby not Boite. Baby never be Boite.”
alwaysAnd there you have it. The clan’s survival is of utmost importance, and the opportunity to help this baby survive is a joyous thing. Anbron will nurse the baby boy and she will bond with him. She will love him. But every time she holds him to nurse, her heart will break. Every single time he suckles will remind Anbron of Boite’s burned and broken body.
And there you have it. The clan’s survival is of utmost importance, and the opportunity to help this baby survive is a joyous thi
