Photo Source: Unsplash  If they asked me when everything started, I would say it was the night after she had Somkene. In the weeks before that night, she had looked forward to having her child, decorating the nursery with different shades of pink teddy bears, the bed smelling of baby oil and powder. But when I brought Somkene, wrapped in a plump, white shawl, her face registered disappointment.               “Sister, meet Somkene, our beautiful baby girl.”               She waved me aside...