MemulaSarakan

When she found out her babies were a boy and a girl, she decided to only raise the boy.

She, who was marginalized because she was born with a gender less favored by society, immediately exchanged a set of baby girls—still connected to the fresh red placenta disc with a white pearl-like umbilical cord—with a cart, a diamond-shaped frying pan, and a crash course on making fritters. While her female peers traded in colonial-era grocery stores, she continued to push her cart, traversing the pockmarked streets never repaired. There was no time to feel ashamed. She only hoped that flour mixed with used cooking oil could ward off disaster by constantly frying. She continued to do so in front of a cart that should have been the cocoon of her daughter.