Ешь, молись, люби

Chapter 105

           Whilethemotherheldtheinfant,Ketutwavedbeforethechildsamplesoffood,fruit,flowers,water,bells,awingfromtheroastchicken,abitofpork,acrackedcoconut…Witheachnewitemhewouldsingsomethingtoher.Thebabywouldlaughandclapherhands,andKetutwouldlaughandkeepsinging.

           Iimaginedmyowntranslationofhiswords:

           "Ohhhh…littlebaby,thisisroastchickenforyoutoeat!Somedayyouwillloveroastchickenandwehopeyouhavelotsofit!Ohhhhhhh…littlebaby,thisisachunkofcookedrice,mayyoualwayshaveallthechunksofcookedriceyoucouldeverdesire,mayyoubeshoweredwithriceforalways.Ohhhhh…littlebaby,thisisacoconut,isn’titfunnyhowthiscoconutlooks,somedayyouwilleatlotsofcoconuts!Ohhhhhh…littlebaby,thisisyourfamily,doyounotseehowmuchyourfamilyadoresyou?Ohhhhh…littlebaby,youareprecioustothewholeuniverse!YouareanA-plusstudent!Youareourmagnificentbunny!Youareayummyhunkofsillyputty!Ooohhhhhlittlebaby,youaretheSultanofSwing,youareoureverything…"

           Everyonewasblessedagainandagainwithflowerpetalsdippedinholywater.Thewholefamilytookturnspassingthebabyaround,cooingtoher,whileKetutsangtheancientmantras.Theyevenletmeholdthebabyforawhile,eveninmyjeans,andIwhisperedmyownblessingstoheraseveryonesang."Goodluck,"Itoldher."Bebrave."Itwasboilinghot,evenintheshade.Theyoungmother,dressedinasexybustierunderhersheerlaceshirt,wassweating.

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