Baby
Hanane's baby was born last night at 9pm by Cesarean section in a hospital. I did not know this at the time (I was walking home from a friend's house after having a girls' evening complete with the movie Twilight and homemade pizzas).
This morning Hanane wasn't around. The house was empty when I got out of bed. Mother eventually showed, and I asked her if I could do anything for her as she looked very tired and worried. She said nothing. I asked where Hanane was. She said she had spent the night at a friend's house.
This afternoon I got home for lunch right at 1pm. Mother was putting on her jilaaba and indicated the lunch on the table waiting for me. She said that she wanted to go out and closed the door behind her. My sickness has not fully left me, so I did not eat much.
I was reading in my room when Toufiq stepped in to announce that baby had been born. I expressed my happiness at the event. I did not express how hurt I was that I hadn't been told about it earlier despite asking Mother about it several times.
Mother has been acting very strangely around me lately, and her not telling me about the baby's birth may be linked with the superstition here in Morocco to not talk about a baby for the day after birth for fear of it falling it. I thought of it, at the time, as a means to exclude me from the family, and I still feel that way. Mother acts like she does not trust me nor has faith of any sort in me. This was the icing on the cake.
This morning Hanane wasn't around. The house was empty when I got out of bed. Mother eventually showed, and I asked her if I could do anything for her as she looked very tired and worried. She said nothing. I asked where Hanane was. She said she had spent the night at a friend's house.
This afternoon I got home for lunch right at 1pm. Mother was putting on her jilaaba and indicated the lunch on the table waiting for me. She said that she wanted to go out and closed the door behind her. My sickness has not fully left me, so I did not eat much.
I was reading in my room when Toufiq stepped in to announce that baby had been born. I expressed my happiness at the event. I did not express how hurt I was that I hadn't been told about it earlier despite asking Mother about it several times.
Mother has been acting very strangely around me lately, and her not telling me about the baby's birth may be linked with the superstition here in Morocco to not talk about a baby for the day after birth for fear of it falling it. I thought of it, at the time, as a means to exclude me from the family, and I still feel that way. Mother acts like she does not trust me nor has faith of any sort in me. This was the icing on the cake.
posted by Athena | 2:02 PM
2 Comments:
I don't understand what the circumstances were that were so unhappy and how you became unwelcome?
don't take it too seriously Dev, I know you want to be 100% involved and as part of the family, but they know you are leaving in a few weeks, maybe she is upset about that, there are many things that could be on her mind, maybe she doesn't want to worry you. Just be your helpful, happy, genuine sweet self. She'll come around.
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