my legs are screaming against the pain , but i push them faster anyway . i slowly shook my head and smiled . in fact , he was uncomfortable with both tears and laughter , a characteristic of narrow feelings that his wife had occasionally complained about . he 'd be there for each kick and wiggle , and they 'd stay up late at night talking about names and make wishes for the future . `` how can we make him stronger ? '' i was a slave , but you made me a woman . '' 