GK is a good friend. She's what you might say, "truly golden at heart". She's funny, sweet and smart but not "chaloo" or clever. She could fool you, but she would never, her conscience would never allow her. She has a fair complexion, green eyes, is pretty. But unlike the rest of her Punjabi family, even remote aunts and uncles, she's short. At 5 feet, she's the oddest member in her entire family--where girls are slender and tall, men broad and tall. She's different.
When GK was conceived, accidentally, her parents decided they did not want a baby so soon. And so they, her parents, decided to opt for abortion. Only later did they realise that the abortion pills had not 'killed' GK, but just stopped her growth. So while GK was born, she was born unhealthy, frail, tiny and many inches short of her family height average.
She's a positive person, but at times, just sometimes, she does lament about her height. If only she could be a few, just a few inches taller.
The moral of the story is pretty obvious. There's the question of someone's, some child's, your child's life, and you're putting it at risk.
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