Seven days…
It was a slow ride but things happened so fast that I didn’t
even comprehend.
I saw my 4 months old baby girl on the side of the road, her
face facing the ground. My son’s loud cry because of fear, the people
surrounding us, the blood on my brother in law’s knee/right foot and all made
me panic that I didn’t even know what to do first.
I’ve got injuries too: wound on my face, my body hurts…my
knee… my right hand, but I was more
concerned with my kids. My son doesn’t have injuries but my daughter… I am
afraid, so afraid. Shaking, full of fear and teary eyed I rode a bus to the
near city (20 minutes drive) going to the hospital. Messy as I am… who cares? I
need a doctor to see/examine my daughter.
recalling...
… She is fine. I won’t advice you to admit her because in
the first place she’s not even crying, (he touched my baby’s bruises) see? She’s
smiling as if she’s not hurt. No need to have an x-ray for I am very sure she’s
fine, just observe her. blah blah blah..... -Doctor
That was the time I calmed down. Mixed emotions. Glad that
my daughter is fine except that she had scratches on her face and bruises… but
she is perfectly fine. I checked on her every now and then. I felt sorry for
the both of them.
The thought of seeing them in pain or losing them is killing
me! It was a traumatic incident… indeed it was. I know life is too short and I
want to live and have beautiful memories with my kids as long as possible. I
love them very much. They are my precious gifts that I can’t even afford to
lose.
Sorry for letting you worry my dear husband. :D
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