This is how we became square

By Mariana Conde

Yesterday my husband took my son to kindergarten. Shortly after leaving the house, he texts me in a message marked urgent:  

David is asking me why there are children who are born in the hospital and others in the church like him... Help!!!!

At the moment, I, the one with the chronic verbosity, do not know what to answer. In milliseconds I try to recover from the hard disk that is my hippocampus everything we learned in the pre-adoptive courses: weeks, whole months of classes that at this moment are of no use to me in the face of the sensible and most innocent question of this four year old child. 

The first thing that comes to mind to get us out of the explanation that will last a lifetime is part of my already well-known speech of inclusion mixed with a vague memory of those courses and a bit of Yucatecan refinement:

Cunt!