In Summary
  • Many are the times I look back at that day and imagine what would have happened if you fell backwards.
  • Maybe your spine could be shattered forever and leave poor me regretting for having been too preoccupied with a newspaper headline that I let my baby snap away.

I must have looked stupid that Sunday. I always look back and thank God that nothing fatal happened. I was holding you rather carelessly, not knowing that your little hands were not strong enough to hold onto me.

I was crossing the road when in the blink of an eye, you dangerously swung backwards. I always shudder to think you could have fallen on your back and left me with your legs on my hands while your torso fell down.

Okay, maybe I’m being paranoid. I’ve never heard of a baby who fell and disintegrated that way. But it was close. You were about four months old and I don’t know where you summoned the strength to spring back. Somehow, you kept your balance. Somehow, you didn’t fall. Somehow, I continued crossing the road, with the newspaper I’d just bought still on my right hand as I carried you using the left.

Many are the times I look back at that day and imagine what would have happened if you fell backwards. Maybe your spine could be shattered forever and leave poor me regretting for having been too preoccupied with a newspaper headline that I let my baby snap away.

LAUGHING STOCK

Maybe I could have become the laughing stock of my estate. I can imagine gossips labelling me “the man who broke his child’s back” or “he who let his baby do a fatal somersault”. I would have hated myself forever.

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