Chouette

On the day that you are born – on the day when I first look down on your pinched-red, tiny-clawed, outraged little body lying naked and intubated in a box – I won’t have the slightest idea about who you are, or what I will become. But there you will be, and you will be of me.

A fierce, dark fable about motherhood that will grip you in its talons and never let go.