The Sexless Child

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The Sexless Child

We both insisted that the child was not abnormal in any way, though anyone who observed this child of three could tell immediately that it was. The most obvious sign was that the child never cried, not even if it was not fed for an entire day (yes, as cruel as it sounds, we did do that on one occasion just to hear some sound come out of its mouth). And then if you stripped the child naked, you would see that where the sex organs of a child ought to be, there was nothing. Just pure skin, creaseless. The doctors said that other than that aberration, the child was normal in every other way. At first, we joked that god had played a joke on us since we did not care if the child would be a boy or a girl. So what, we thought, it is still a beautiful child. We were, however, careful not to divulge this information to anyone, keeping in mind the difficulties the child could face later in life if people knew.

Right after birth, we did not answer calls, aware that from the other end of the line would come the dreaded question – is it a boy or a girl? For two days, we deliberated. What should we say? What if we say it is a boy and the child turns up looking like a girl as it grows up, or the other way round?

“We’ll say it is a girl,” my wife declared. I didn’t argue, trusting the traditional wisdom that women have stronger instincts than men. And so we gave the child a name – Moti. The pearl of our eyes, our first child.