When a baby is a burden

I see in my baby girl not just joy, but also a metaphor of renewal, hope and a bright future.

Yet, in the last one week, I was privileged a peak at a family in which the baby, while naturally drawing smiles and love from the family members as a function of animal instinct, is likely and regrettably viewed upon as a financial burden to the family.

I am overwhelmed with sorrow. Especially when the father of the baby is like an elder brother to me, whom I remember as the only one who has never bullied me among all the other seniors in my childhood.

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