Why It Sucks to be a Wet Nurse Slave.

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You were in a small mud house by the edge of town, sweating, panting, crying, and then smiling because you just gave birth, a healthy boy. Your [crying] boy, you hold him close, pressing his tiny face against your chest. He latches instantly, hungry for life, and your heart feels full for the first time in years. Your husband, drunk as usual, stand... Read More