More Than a Cageful of Tears

Here I am again. My story never ends, or rather my agony never ends. That day, everything seems like a turning point for me. That day, one fine couple came and see me. Immediately they had fall in love with me. They were saying something like 'adopting' me. I was over the cloud nine. How I wish to have a family, to call 'papa' and 'mama' when I learn to speak one day. Some one would care for me, caress me, hug me and play with me.

Alas! Everything was like a dream.


Being born prematurely into this world, it has taken toll on my body. Some part of my system is imperfect. Few weeks back, I don't know what the 'big people' are talking about, but I overheard that they want to do something to my body. Something like 'surgery'. Something like putting me to sleep and then open me up. That idea sounds scary. What will happen to me then? But don't harm me, please!

That night, an angel came to me and spoke to me. She said the family supposed to adopt me changed their mind. This is because I am not perfect. She said I need to be brave. To endure what lays ahead. And I need to be strong! I cried that night. Knowing that the fragile dream is already broken to million pieces, I am back to square one. Again, I ponder this question. Being born like this, is it my mistake? Why I am subjected to so much of human cruelty? Why am I being so unwanted? The angel left. Again, I went to sleep with all the questions unanswered.