W hen I got up in the morning to nurse my son, I saw that he was dead. But when I came nearer and looked, I saw that he was not my son who was born to me.”
Quando mi sono alzata al mattino per allattare mio figlio, egli era morto; ma, guardandolo meglio a giorno chiaro, mi accorsi che non era il figlio che io avevo partorito».
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