I imagined my father murmuring a prayer for each of his daughters as he pulled us from between our mother’s legs.
Let her eat black plums and never taste the poison. Let her bathe naked in a stream without ever drawing a hunter’s wanton eye. Let all the bears she meets be friendly and pliant, and never men in disguise. Let her never fall prey to the banality of the world.
Let her never fall in love.
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