I wonder what you thought when you first saw me. Did you wonder who I’d grow up to be? Did you see the mischievous smile, catch the curious gaze and sense the free spirit that would steal your sleep and peace decades later? Or did you just look at the sleeping baby and think, “huh, she seems harmless” and just hold me?
Firstly, I want to thank you.
Thank you for keeping me.
Mom told me a few years ago that she asked you if she should abort me since I was the second girl. You refused and I was born. You rose above the social norm of feticide that has resulted in unnatural sex ratios in Punjab, India.
Currently, our hometown has substantially decreased the number of girls as compared to boys. Some regions have 754 girls to 1000 boys*, drastically different from the natural ratio of 950 girls to 1000 boys* in other parts of India. This is not natural. There’s nothing in the water causing more male births, unless it’s drowning unwanted girls.
You made sure I was born regardless of the societal pressures and prejudices against having multiple daughters in Indian culture. I wasn’t an inconvenience or a burden. I was your daughter and you raised me to be a warrior.