“In Pakistan, we don’t say ‘Can you feed my baby?’” explains 48-year-old Razia Mir, a retired nurse now living in Brampton, Ontario. “We say, ‘Will you give your milk roti ?’—as in, will you make bread from your body for my child? It’s a sacred contract.”
“I feel tired,” she laughs. “And then I feel useful. In this country, nobody needs an aunty. The doctor has a machine. The internet has an answer. The grocery store has a yellow tin. But then the baby screams at 3 a.m., and suddenly—suddenly—everyone remembers my phone number.” aunty milk
: You will find heartfelt stories of mothers donating their surplus milk to "needed babies" and the bond formed between the donor and the recipient family. “In Pakistan, we don’t say ‘Can you feed my baby