When I was a child, I remember putting my head on my mother’s pregnant belly and waiting for the baby to move. It was mysterious and magical. When my next sibling was born, my sister and I were woken in the wee hours of the morning and taken to the hospital. There we greeted our newest brother before the world even knew he existed. It felt secret, almost sacred. Looking back, I realise what a blessing it was to have been raised in a family and surrounded by a community ...

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