I saw it coming towards me. The light, that is. It came closer and closer and I knew… I just knew that this was the end.
But it wasn’t the first hit that did it; the second one took me out.
And I was floating, but it was a frantic kind of a float. I was looking for someone, for people actually. I was looking for comfort, for reassurance and those could only come from my family. I was looking for the unconditional love they have always given me, the one thing I never thought would falter.
But those short moments were so surreal; I wish that I had never woken up.
Because that was the closest I’ll ever feel to being dead.
Posted under: Family
… for not neglecting me by leaving me in a car to die of a heat stroke.
I read the news recently from my hometown about a man who left his 11-month baby in his car while he went to work. His partial excuse for that was because his daily routine had changed for the day. To put it simply, he forgot and through his negligence, his son was killed.
It happens too often and every summer I see at least one news story about this.
The question that comes to mind is how? How can a parent be so willing to forget his/her own child? You figure that you spend so much time and money on this child, this beautiful creature that you have created and to throw it all away because you forgot?
That’s despicable. Yes, we are only humans and we are apt to err, but one mistake shouldn’t cost somebody his/her life. True there are some parents who can be the best parents ever to their child, but it can all be lost with one mistake, one negligent mistake.
So this post is here for me to thank my parents for not neglecting me in such a way. Yes, they were rarely home when I was growing up and perhaps you could call that negligence too, but I know that they were not home because they were working in order for me and their family to have better lives.
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