Yesterday was my step-sister’s birthday. My step-mother gave birth to her shortly after immigrating to Montreal from South Africa.
My step-mother was in the hospital, recovering from the birth, and a nurse brought in her dinner. The nurse left, and my step-mother broke down into tears. She cried and cried until the patient in the next bed called for help.
The nurse hurried in, and asked my step-mother why she was crying. She explained that her newborn baby had died. “Why?” the nurse asked.
My step-mother explained that she’d gotten a black napkin and place-mat with her dinner, so she assumed that must be the case.
My step-sister was fine. It turns out that they don’t have Halloween in South Africa.