My shoulder was shaken gently. Mother whispered,
"Maya, wake up. But don't move."
I knew immediately that the awakening had to do
with the baby. I tensed. "I'm awake."
She turned the light on and said, "Look at the baby."
My fears were so powerful I couldn't move to look at
the center of the bed. She said again, "Look at the baby." I
didn't hear sadness in her voice, and that helped me to
break the bonds of terror. The baby was no longer in the
center of the bed. At first i thought he had moved. But
after closer investigation I found that I was lying on my
stomach with my arm bent at a right angle. Under the
tent of the blanket, which was poled by my elbow and fore-
arm, the baby slept touching my side.
Mother whispered, "See, you don't have to think
about doing the right thing. If you're for the right thing,
then you do it without even thinking."
She turned out the light and I patted my son's body
lightly and went back to sleep.
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