There is a young boy who often passes by my street and, every time he sees me, he points at my pregnancy and the only thing he says is: “You are carrying a serpent! Stop this pregnancy! Do not bring it into the world!”

There is a young boy who often passes by my street and, every time he sees me, he points at my pregnancy and the only thing he says is: “You are carrying a serpent! Stop this pregnancy! Do not bring it into the world!”

The boy sighed slightly.

—The police won’t be able to help you when it’s born.

I felt a knot in my stomach.

“Why do you keep saying that?” I asked.

The boy looked up at me.

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