He cried in joy as he came out of his mother's womb. His little eyes could not produce tears this early, he cried in joy, happy to enter this world.
He imagined the love of his mother that he was going to receive, the warmth and care that would be only for him, the affection that his father would give him.
He was laid in the cold. It was so warm in the womb, he shivered slightly, his little body seemed so delicate. Finally he could move his little feet and hand freely without hurting his mother. He cried with more joy at the freedom that he had. His little ears could pick up the sounds of passing traffic around him, he longed to hear his mother's voice that he had heard all this time when he was developing into human, the sweet voice which had helped him grow.
His little hands explored the surroundings, it was wet and it smelled bad. Maybe thats how this new world is he had thought. Suddenly it started raining, he cried with glee as the rain drops fell on his new born skin. But the rain drops kept pouring at him and he shivered with cold. No one came to comfort him. No mother to keep him warm in her embrace, no dad to hug him and kiss his forehead. No relatives to make noise and the gleeful chatter, all he heard was the sound of traffic passing by the garbage chute in which he was abandoned.
He imagined the love of his mother that he was going to receive, the warmth and care that would be only for him, the affection that his father would give him.
He was laid in the cold. It was so warm in the womb, he shivered slightly, his little body seemed so delicate. Finally he could move his little feet and hand freely without hurting his mother. He cried with more joy at the freedom that he had. His little ears could pick up the sounds of passing traffic around him, he longed to hear his mother's voice that he had heard all this time when he was developing into human, the sweet voice which had helped him grow.
His little hands explored the surroundings, it was wet and it smelled bad. Maybe thats how this new world is he had thought. Suddenly it started raining, he cried with glee as the rain drops fell on his new born skin. But the rain drops kept pouring at him and he shivered with cold. No one came to comfort him. No mother to keep him warm in her embrace, no dad to hug him and kiss his forehead. No relatives to make noise and the gleeful chatter, all he heard was the sound of traffic passing by the garbage chute in which he was abandoned.
2 comments:
Ah ! sensitive sentiments !
yup.. this matter needed to be highlighted..
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