By Sana HarharaSomeone once told me,
My mother carried my daughter first.
It’s true!
When we were in our mother our eggs form in the embryo as a fetus,
My mother made room for my daughter and fed my daughter before I.
And her grandmother the same with her and I,
One day I will carry my grand daughter along with my daughter.
Two generations,
Listening and feeling
Before their existence.
Now that you know,
How dare we ridicule ourselves?