Parenting has nothing to do with having made a baby or taken one in. No one knew that better than Mrinal. She was raising a daughter, who she was not fully in love with yet, on account that they had not spent enough time together. She was torn between her responsibilities as a provider who must not stop to think and the giver who must not be afraid to love, and feel all the terrible pain, guilt, sense of deficit that comes with it. She always called to ask after Chaya, but was handicapped to talk to her beyond a few minutes. She would have faked it, but this was her daughter. That is a different territory of test.
For the first time in Chaya’s eight years, Mrinal was going to be her only care-giver. What a shit storm was brewing.