OMEN
“From birth I was cast upon you; from my mother’s womb you have been my God.” Psalm 22:10
“It’s your milk.” Mrs. Cho repositioned her glasses on the knobby bridge of her nose. “Your supply has dried up.”
I stroked Ae-Cha’s cheek, murky from tear stains. She gazed up at me, her eyes swollen from crying and darkened by sleeplessness. Ae-Cha had been awake since midnight, kicking her legs and wailing while she pounded my breasts with tiny clenched fists.
“Already?” I exclaimed. “Why so soon?” I noticed that Ae-Cha’s arms and legs remained bone-thin, but since her father was so skinny I didn’t worry. When I couldn’t console Ae-Cha after two hours of incessant screaming and dozens of failed attempts to nurse, I wrapped her in her blanket and took her across the hall to Mrs. Cho’s bedro
