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My sister was on the brink of life as I dribbled and curved the plastic ball in my grandmother's yard.
The news came too late.
At the time of labour, who would care to tell the small older brother?
My friends said how unfortunate it would be to have a sister;
She would grow and cause troubles, they said.
She now holds a swollen belly of her own and
the balls I now curve are certified by FIFA and
my friends are no longer my teammates.