The Anatomy of a Woman: A letter to my son, by Osmund Agbo Dear Son, In a few short weeks, you will turn eighteen. The law will call you a man. The world will test whether you are one. I still remember the first time I held you. You were small enough to fit along my forearm, your entire existence contained in something so fragile it terrified me. I had treated critically ill patients, made life-and-death decisions in sterile hospital rooms, but nothing had prepared me for the weight of you. Responsibility...