It happened twelve years ago . The day was edging to its end, aftherough a very hot afternoon. I was standing atin the corridor of a government nurhosping Hometal.

A little away , my wife , surrounded by our sisters , was waiting by the door of the mMaternity uUnit . Inside of the delivery room , my first born daughter was paining in her labor at that moment. I was a bit incensed, with my habitual unrevealed edginess , only to be distracted whenever the doctors were passing through , accompanied by pretty, hip -hopping nurses who smellinged of talcum powder , eau-de-cologne, and antiseptics .

Suddenly, my wife came dashed ing towards me and sounaided , ‘‘"Godwin! yYou …... Jjust ... became …. ‘ and ," paused for the more fitting words, . Tthen she completed the her exclamation, with much more appropriate wonerds , ‘’ "well... …I, I…Jothy …... just became thea Grandmother ‘ ! "

I jusfelt befitthed equivalent to Mr. Philips of England, who was promoted as the dDuke of Edinburgh , for simply being the mate of the Grand mMonarch of the former no sun- set kingdom.