Here, I shall write about something troubling me.
Today, while out visiting my girlfriend's father, I recieved a text message from an equally close female friend whom graduated with me last year, and gave birth to a son this past October.
Her son passed away today.
I had only personally seen the young child a few times, and never held him, due to my being afraid of such a delicate and fragile thing as an infant. And now, I find out that the cute little child my dear friend had equated to being her little Forest Gump, has passed away, I feel a sadness that feeds the holes of my own life.
This is an interesting inverted parallel to my very existence in the life of her child.
I was born into this world sickly and frail, as was David, her son. Where she tended to and nutured him, my mother had me only to appease my father. Where Laura gave up her future to raise her child; my mother nearly took me out, to appease my father.
I nearly died when I was an infant due to my mother giving me cough medicine, to put me to sleep, to quit me, while my father slept. I turned blue and nearly died, my mother showed no compassion to even accompany me to the hospital when they thought I wouldn't make the trip.
Laura wasn't selfish like my mother, she would'v, and did, got to great lengths to keep David alive. Mine...heh.
So, I just wanted to get this off of my chest...this world will deprive the deserving and reprieve the irresponsible.
Even at the cost of hurting those I love, I would gladly give up every drop of blood in my body to bring that sweet child back to his beloved mother...
I'm sorry for bringing down the mood. I'm just upset.
