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A support group for new mothers. Everyone looks exhausted, but... glowing. Radiant. Amazed by their tiny bundles of joys, and the smiles they bring them every day.

Being here isn't admitting defeat. Everyone needs a little help sometimes, right?

Gloria, the greying, experienced nurse leading the group discussion, points at their latest member. "And you, sweetie? Do you have any questions?"

The very quiet young woman, fitful, bags under her eyes from not having slept in... she doesn't even remember how long, blinks owlishly. She hasn't really contributed today, but that's okay! There's no pressure to participate. Still, Gloria hopes she can tease her out of her shell. The poor dear looks like she really needs it. A sisterhood.

"Um. Hi." She's so faint, barely audible over the happy chatter amongst the other members.

Gloria claps her hands. "Ladies. Quiet, please. Let her speak." She smiles encouragingly. "Floor's all yours, honey."


The young woman swallows and nods, her head bouncing awkwardly, mechanically. "I'm... Mary." She lifts her gaze, looks around the room, and there's such a deep well of weariness emanating from her, that the others can't help but hang on her every whispered word. "I was... wondering... how do you all... deal... with the... peas?" Each word comes ponderously, as if having travelled a great distance from a shore unknown. Unimaginable.

The other members look at each other. Smile. Nod. Of course. A classic. One offers a story about how her angel didn't want to eat peas either, but she just kept at it, and eventually, he grew to like them! More nods all around. Another one turned it into a game, and now her little girl wants to play it all the time! Airplanes and trains are mentioned, suggested. Gentle, encouraging words.

Gloria beams at the group. How helpful they are. Welcoming to their newest member. She catches Mary's eye and winks. "You know what helps, honey? Slipping in a little bit of what your little one does like. It's not tricking them if it's out of love, after all."

Mary looks around, clearly in distress. Each encouraging word and friendly share has only increased her agitation, and her hands are wringing in her laps, two cats fighting in a sack, tendons audibly creaking from how much force she's using to keep them there. To keep herself in the awfully uncomfortable plastic folding chair.

"No. I mean... What do you... do... with the litres... they... vomit out? How do you... get it... out of... the wallpaper... and off the... ceiling?"


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