Mina looked at the pink baby in the bassinet near her bed. This was not her first child, yet, the feeling was alien to her. It was as if she had not only recently pushed the baby out of her. She could not form any bond with her newborn and she didn’t know why. She felt… empty. She knew the routine of taking care of a newborn: breastfeeding, cuddling, diaper changes round the clock, she knew them all, and she did them almost mechanically. But deep down, she wished she didn’t have to. That was not how she felt with Skye, her first son. She had felt overwhelming love for him from the moment he had been placed in her arms. She had not wanted anyone else to hold him for too long. She had invested so much of her emotions into Skye that, looking at little Curtis, her newborn, it seemed she had none left for him. She felt guilty about it most of the time. She knew that she must love Curtis more than she did now, but she just could not bring herself to