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I too am a mother, I think (a soundless thought, which I would prefer to keep to myself, because at times I am an anxious thinker who imagines a furious retort, laughter, or a haughty understanding. Yes, soundless, that enables one to keep secret as well the pleasure of thinking soundless thoughts). I too am a mother: with my help the baby has settled down to sleep, his head and shoulders supported by small pillow I placed over my left arm, his body lying across my belly, covered by the old woolen blanket, held by my other arm. Sometimes he dips his head deeper into the crook of my arm, as if he wanted to disappear there. Growing more tired, he turns his head back, his lips form an O, and deliberately he pushes out air, until he suddenly shuts his eyes and becomes still. After a while I look down and see my sleeping child.