They talk of the placenta not sitting right, like a bad stitch on a cuff. They say it makes the blood vessels tighten, pressure builds, like the main water line when they all flush at break. But I see it in Lekhai's face last month, how the swelling came sudden like a monsoon cloud, her eyes gone distant. The factory nurse said 'pre-eclampsia' and took her. My own ankles hold their shape, my pressure stays with me. So maybe it’s not just a faulty part; maybe it’s also the body tired, shouting from working two shifts—one here, one inside.
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