Graciela Ana Fernandez remembers everything, including her birth. She can still see the honey-colored walls of the sticky clinic birth room in Mexico where a dozen women in various stages of labor formed an L shape with their cots. Some shared the company with their own mothers clutching their hands. A few had no one but an indigenous nurse to trace the length of their brows with an ice cube.
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