"I don't want to be a woman." I saw her face that evening and I think she was afraid. I think she imagined what it would feel like for someone else to be in charge of her body and she didn't like it -- it struck her as wrong. So her solution was to not become a woman.
Even miles and miles from my home with a friend I've known since I was a child myself, I find that I am a mother more than almost anything else. I find that I am changed. "Who will come after me" is crystal clear in my mind. She's real. I've clipped her fingernails.