Our baby was a boy,his skin was more red than brown. He had black hair on his head. He weighed almost five pounds. His fingers were curled shut, just like yours in the night.
Now it was his turn to speak. There was something he'd sworn he would never tell her, and for six months he had done his best to block it from his mind.
Shoba looked at him now, her face contorted with sorrow. Of all the confessions he had told her, this was the one that shocked her the most.
He had held his son, who had known life only within her, against his chest in a darkened roomin an unknown wing of the hospital. He promised himself that day that he would never tell Shoba, because it was the one thing that she wanted to be a surprise.
Shukumar stood up and staked his plate on top of hers.
He carried the plates to the sink, but instead of running the tap he looked out the window. Outside the evening was still warm, and the Bradfords were walking arm in arm. As he watched the couple, the room went dark, and he spun around.
She sat down and after a moment, Shukumar joined her. They wept together for the things they now knew.