There was a baby who went into labor; her breaths came hot and sharp.
Her mother stood by to coach her and replace the pacifier whenever it fell out.
Thebaby's belly wriggled and moved. Her mother stood by to breast-feed her whenever she was hungry.
The baby cried and moaned in pain. Her mother stood by andsaid, "I can see the head!"
The baby pushed with all her might and labored well into the night.
Her mother stood by to help deliver and as the baby bled a river, out came the adult she would become.
The baby passed out from the agony. Her mother put her back into her crib to let her nap it off and then cleaned up the mess. The adult showered, dressed, and left for work.
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Synecdoche
I’m an artist... retired professional singer and stage actor, a writer, a bead artist, a sculptor, collage-er, I make accessories, am an activist and organizer, amateur chef (key word here is, “amateur,”) and Auntie extraordinaire.
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