Don’t we all adore kids?
I know I do. Well I do, before they morph into their real forms – noisy, needy, fidgety monsters. But until then, I have no qualms in showering them with hugs, kisses, and errands. Every kid knows that his goal in life is to run errands until he grows a beard/develops milk reservoirs (for girls, idiot), but until then he has to run errands like a slave or he will end up in hell alone with a clown with lips Angelina Jolie would spend her millions to copy. As generous as I am, I give them a whole lot of errands to fulfill.
What poor judgment.
See, this is what happened:
I told the kid to buy some bread,
Not anything he can’t handle
Just few of those little things
To appease my stomach’s rumble
I expected lots of change
And I did get a lot
A lot of loaves, one dozen loaves,
And change? No there was not.
So I yelled at him
“You stupid shit! That was my last money!”
I didn’t notice those big round eyes
They might have cried, “Mommy!”
Cos angry I was and blind to his fear
I didn’t see it clear
Only later that time I saw
His face was drenched with tears
“What have I done?”
That’s all I can say
Too late I thought it was
For me to take the horrors away
I, too, experienced in the past
I left his skin so dark and blue
That child I barely knew
And all ‘cos there was too many bread
That poor, little child now lies dead.
Okay, so maybe that’s not what really happened in MY case. You can stop dialing 911, you know? And you can stop giving me those dagger looks, or I might be the one ending up dead.
But stuff like that, and very similar ones, happen to REAL children each day. They are very easy targets for abuse. Especially for those who couldn’t resist showcasing their made up superiority and the need to bully someone. For all I know, you could be a victim (or may God forbid, an abuser) yourself.
This is NOT normal. Just because it is widespread does NOT mean it is normal. Just because some kids gain consciousness already working their fragile bodies off does NOT mean it is normal. It is an abhorrence. Children should be nurtured. Protected. Loved.
And I have been angry with myself because I was not doing anything about it.
Until I realized that even the “little things” count.
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