It had a single fused eye in the middle of its forehead. The irises pointed to the sides. There seemed to be four lids surrounding the eye like a box. It was blind, of course. A large part of the brain and head were missing. There was no nose … It was unworldly. Alien. It was, someone said, “one of God’s little jokes.”
Every day, when I went to the ward I hoped the baby would be dead, but it lived on.