#birthbeyondmatter

Uccle, off Waterloo Road. The sidestreet draws my familiarity. I pull up along the hedgerows of seventies-fenestrated brick facades—the street is blocked off. I step out of the car, casting a glimpse across the street, checking for the shadow of one of my sister Ingrid’s in-laws. I pass along the flanks of idle cars, through the concrete barricade, a sheet of paper in hand warm from my…