Foster parenting in Iraqi Kurdistan
Dressed in black clad and bursting with mixed feeling of happiness and excitement, the new mother tightly carried a baby girl wrapped in a white blanket. The baby girl was pink and bright with a big head and scrawny little arms and legs jerking back and forth. Juggling her with one hand and trying to give her a bottle with the other, together they made a perfect picture of a real mother and daughter.
Note: Talk about the "I can't have my own kid so I'm entitled to yours" complex here.
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