Yo! I had that feeling that I wanna type something so well... I typed. Like duh???
So, here it is: (i haven typed ever since i stopped writing the story...)
Tears rolled down my cheeks as if a floodgate had opened. They were hot and salty. I cried my heart out as I held him close to my heart. My mind was in a confused state as a thousand thoughts filled my mind. “Why? Why?” I called out to no one in specific. I looked down upon the boy, the boy who had a face that was perfect to me. He seemed so peaceful, so calm. He seemed like as if he was sleeping. However, something was wrong. He was not breathing, not moving. I could not heard the sniffling sound which was always there when he took a breath.
I should have taken better care of him. I should not have even left him for one second. The fateful moment came that morning. As they say, curiosity kills the cat. I had only went to answer the door. I had only left for a minute. I had only spent six months with him but he was already being taken away from me!
I could imagine the way he fumbled around, looking for nothing in particular. Then, he caught sight of the colourful toy. The toy had been bought by my husband, given to the boy. He grabbed it, looking pleased with himself. Then, as if it was nothing dangerous, he swallowed it. I could imagine how frightened he must have been when he could not breathe. He must have struggled with all his might to take in a breath of the wonderful oxygen which gives life to us. I should have ran in and dashed to the hospital immediately, but no. I strolled in and to my alarm, found him like that.
He was gone. He would never come back. His heart had stopped beating. I am willing to hear him cry throughout the night. I am willing to change his diapers for him and bear any form of pain. As long as he was still alive, I was willing. I cried, “Dave…my baby…”
This 'compo' is about the author losing the baby. The baby had choked to death and sort of suffocated... sad. :'( anyway, pls comment. i think i sorta deproved...
So, here it is: (i haven typed ever since i stopped writing the story...)
Tears rolled down my cheeks as if a floodgate had opened. They were hot and salty. I cried my heart out as I held him close to my heart. My mind was in a confused state as a thousand thoughts filled my mind. “Why? Why?” I called out to no one in specific. I looked down upon the boy, the boy who had a face that was perfect to me. He seemed so peaceful, so calm. He seemed like as if he was sleeping. However, something was wrong. He was not breathing, not moving. I could not heard the sniffling sound which was always there when he took a breath.
I should have taken better care of him. I should not have even left him for one second. The fateful moment came that morning. As they say, curiosity kills the cat. I had only went to answer the door. I had only left for a minute. I had only spent six months with him but he was already being taken away from me!
I could imagine the way he fumbled around, looking for nothing in particular. Then, he caught sight of the colourful toy. The toy had been bought by my husband, given to the boy. He grabbed it, looking pleased with himself. Then, as if it was nothing dangerous, he swallowed it. I could imagine how frightened he must have been when he could not breathe. He must have struggled with all his might to take in a breath of the wonderful oxygen which gives life to us. I should have ran in and dashed to the hospital immediately, but no. I strolled in and to my alarm, found him like that.
He was gone. He would never come back. His heart had stopped beating. I am willing to hear him cry throughout the night. I am willing to change his diapers for him and bear any form of pain. As long as he was still alive, I was willing. I cried, “Dave…my baby…”
This 'compo' is about the author losing the baby. The baby had choked to death and sort of suffocated... sad. :'( anyway, pls comment. i think i sorta deproved...
~typing, typing, typing
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