A Different Sun: A Novel Of Africa - Plot & Excerpts
I wonder less now that you left us so early, remembering all the infants you buried. I do not believe I was much of a comfort to you. My wife and I have lost our firstborn at three months. She was to me already a complete being—so curious, watching everything, quite amiable. I would never have believed I could love so deeply and for no cause except the child existed. Emma finds the loss almost unbearable, and watching her grief, I am shattered. I sent her to stay with friends for a week in the hope that a change in atmosphere might improve her spirits. Now it’s myself I worry about. I had thought in her absence to dispel the sadness by preaching, meeting up with the men in town. I have tried. But I seem more ghost than man. I have the heart for nothing. When I think on the child, my head turns cold as ice. I consider my own sinfulness. My abdomen seems torn with knives. Why was the child given to us and taken so quickly away?
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