Mago pointed to a spot on the dirt floor and reminded me that my umbilical cord was buried there. As I listened to Mago, I closed my eyes and felt the heat of the flames, and I heard Mami's heart beating against my ear. She turned to face the fire so that the heat would keep me warm. When I was born, the midwife put me into my mother's arms. She pointed to the circle of rocks and a pile of ash and told me that during my birth, a fire had been on while Mami had squatted on the ground, over a straw mat, grabbing the rope hanging from the ceiling. Mago and I sat on the dirt floor, and she told me about the day I was born exactly the way Mami used to tell it.
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