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1926:  The birth of RUBY CAMERON

- MY BURMA RUBY

He just could not go on living like this any longer, Frank Cameron agonised, cornered at last by his conscience. He had to do something. Better begin by telling his woman the truth - the whole shameful truth about himself?
"Ko Ko Frank, she lovely." Aye Yin cooed, addressing him tenderly with the Burmese equivalent of "dearest" as she gazed possessivly and proudly at her three week old baby. "I so happy." The sixteen year old mother looked up. "Her skin not dark like me. Pretty too," she purred, lowering her green longyi, the Burmese sarong, baring swollen breasts, their outlines delicately traced by pale blue veins.
The wee baby gurgled, dragging Frank from his reverie. Innocent eyes stared, unblinking, questioning, making him look away. Aye Yin tickled the small chin to attract the child's brown orbs away from her flustered father. Frank stood beside ber low bed in the darkened room aching to bellow news of the gorgeous couple to his elder brother, William, to the wider world of British Colonial Burma, but above all to his mother, Hilda. He knew it was sure to raise a storm of protest that could destroy his future with Aye Yin if he didn't handle it carefully. Beads of sweat tattoed his brow and his cotton shirt stuck to his back like an unwanted skin. The atmosphere in the small room was stifling. Hot, humid air suffocated him, as if sulking over the absence of strong winds that heralded the monsoon rains around mid-May,
"We must leave your mother's house. It's too hot here in Syriam. We need an electric fan to move the air like the one in my Rangon flat," Frank panted, dabbing a handkerchief over his glistening face as he sat beside her.
"Why you not tell your mother about me and your baby?" she snapped, moving her child gently to the other breast. Black almond-eyes steeling with resolve, turned to glare at him. "You twenty three. Why you not get job? You leave High School since eight years," she added angrily, struggling with a language she had begun to use seriously only since meeting Frank about a year ago.
"No certificates to get a good job," Frank growled.
"Work in Daw Hilda's garage? Like Ko William, maybe?"
"I wouldn't work with my mother or brother for a small fortune." Frank's fingers threaded nervously through his damp brown hair as he suddenly realised a trail was being laid which could lead to unpalatable truths."What's the matter with you, Yinny? Getting cheeky, aren't you?"
"Cheeky?" Aye Yin's face puckered, looking puzzled.
"Just because you're a mother now doesn't mean ... "
"From where you get money? You rob like dacoit maybe?" the young mother persisted, her questins brutally sharp, disturbing the baby at her breast and making it screech a noisy protest.
Frank's face flushed as he watched milk dribbling frm the tiny tot's mouth. Aye Yin seemed to have become less shy, more confident, since giving him a child. He wanted to slap the impertinent woman but his hands reached out slowly instead. Lifting his daughter from her mother's unresisting arms, he rose carefully to his feet. The crying stopped as dark red baby lips opened in a toothless grin.
"I know what we'll call her," he shouted excitedly as he held the little girl at arm's length, swinging her with abandon round the small room. "Her lips. They're ruby red. She's a Ruby. Our Burma Ruby. Isn't she beautiful?"
"You careful," Aye Yin called anxiously, concerned for her child's safety. "Stop. She get sick>"
Her warning came too late. A jet of off-white curdling liquid struck Frank below the neck and streamed down his shirt. Aye Yin leapt from her bed, pulled her longyi over her breasts and took the baby from him. He tugged the stinking shirt over his head and hurled it to the floor. He had felt moody and sensitive, more unpredictable than usual since his RUBY was born. He had called Aye Yin "cheeky", but he admired the girl for her spunk. She was right. He would get a job and then confront his mother with his lovely wife and baby.

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