again?
your father had been very ill, we thought he would die, and some animals had died.
and a yak. and chickens. and we had four years of bad crops, all the farmers did.
in the night, i knew you were coming.
at dawn, you were born.
you were a beautiful baby. so calm.
maybe, just a little.
and that day, your father got better. he named you lhamo. "the protector."
go to sleep, lhamo.