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Minute for Mission: Mother’s Day

Upon first feeling the chill of the air, upon leaving the swaddling security of the womb, the newborn wails. Having been forced from her snug home of nine months, she is adrift in what must seem like limitless nothingness. Then the newborn is passed to her mother’s breast. She finds a familiar voice and embracing arms — a simulation of the oneness from which she has just been severed.