I was suffering from Mother Teresa complex and thought it was my duty to change her diaper. Upon the slightest gasp or whimper, I would give myself and everything up and go change her. It was exhausting. I'd change her, wrap her in my positive energy and tell her it'll all be fine. Then, a lullaby to help her fall asleep. I had many sleepless nights. But I got tired and I'm not that Mother. So I invented the compostable diaper, made from leaves and damp clay. I only brush through her stars before bed. What a wonderful world.
(Translated by Eleonora Manea / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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