Jungle birds call outside my window; it is desperately humid this tropical afternoon, but it’s tears, not sweat, that drip down my cheeks. Anguish and hope engulf my heart as I listen to Ruth tell me her story. One of four happy sisters, I’m confronted with the unrecognized privilege of my own childhood, one where sonlessness was never perceived to be a family handicap, and daughters were no burden. Ruth’s parents had sold their land as a sacrifice, desperate to... Read more















