A baby’s worst day ever!

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Back then the world seemed so small, like a small box. Or as big as daddy’s bedroom and the living room where I would just sit and watch tv with him. That day, that unfortunate day, the worst day of my life, daddy was watching TV without me as mommy started putting layers and layers of clothing on me to the point that I could hardly move. We were going to the Doctor. Daddy stayed behind because he had hurt his leg and couldn’t walk. Daddy kissed me goodbye and then I was taken to the car. Once at the doctor’s office I was stripped off my clothes and stayed in cold room until the executioner came by with some sharp, thin sticks called needles. She stood in front of me and without warning, as I was charming my mommy with my usual “goo-goo and gaa-gaas”, she impaled both my legs with something called vaccines. I cried like I have never cried before. I felt like those needles had penetrated the bone and the pain was like nothing I had experienced in my whole life. I cried and cried. No one could comfort me. No kisses or hugs could take the chill and pain in my bones that the needles had left. It didn’t matter how much mommy rocked me, how much she told me it was going to be OK, how much she caressed me, it wasn’t ok, I still felt the pain, and tears ran down the cheeks that Daddy loved so much. Why did he not come with me and save me from this torture? How I missed and needed my daddy!

After a long time of suffering, I was placed back in the car. We drove to what I thought was going to be our home, to where daddy was. I was going to tell him what this doctor did to me. How much it hurt. And he was going to spoil me with kisses and hugs, and best of all, I was going to just lay on his chest as he told me how much he loves me. But that was not the case to be. Mommy and grandma took me to this other world, called the mall. It was full of people, full of noise, but worst of all, daddy was not there. Mommy had told me that we were going to go see him soon. But instead she tried to trick me! She took me to some old fat man dressed in red and white, who also had a white beard. Worst of all, she tried to get me to smile and take pictures of with this old guy! I knew that he wasn’t my daddy and I was determined to show the world my loyalty was to daddy and I was not going to smile! No, instead I puffed my cheeks and furled my eyebrows and gave the meanest look I could give to the camera. No one was going to take pictures of me smiling unless it was with my daddy! “Oh daddy where are you?” I kept asking myself.

Seanna mad at Santa

For not smiling, for keeping my loyalty to daddy, I guess I was punished. I was taken to a store where once again I was subjected to torture. I was placed facing away from mommy and then a lady came by with a gun. I had heard daddy sometimes tell my uncles that they should always learn from their experiences. I too learned from this morning and I knew that this lady with the gun was bad news. I could sense that something was going to happen to me. Something bad. I started getting ansxious. I started weeping. I wanted to go home. I wanted to see my daddy. But he was not here. He could not help me. I started to cry. “Please! Please don’t hurt me, I’m just a baby! I just want to be loved and charm my parents with my smiles. That’s all I want to do. Please!” I cried. But no, the lady ignored me. She placed the gun in my ear. “Please! I’ll behave next time! I won’t throw up on strangers, I’ll be a good baby” I said crying. She then took the gun away. “It worked” I thought! But no, I was wrong, she placed the gun next to my ear again. She was toying with me. She enjoyed torturing my feelings. “Please don’t…. I am just a baby who just wants to be adorable to everyone, I just want to be loved, not hurt…. please…” And before I could finish my sentence, she fired the gun. A cold steel went through my ear, piercing my flesh, opening a wound that reached my soul. I tried to cry, but immediately I felt the air escape from my little lungs. The pain was unbearable. I gasped for air. Cried. Gasped for air. Cried tears of pain. “Why??!!” I cried. “Why??!! I have never hurt anyone… I’m just a cute baby.. why this??!!” I yelled. But the punishment continued. The lady was methodical, like a machine, cold, without feelings or remorse. She grabbed my other ear and again she fired the gun mercilessly as I yelled in pain for daddy. I tried to fight back. But it was impossible. The damage was done. Both my ears were pierced.

After a cried my eyes dried, I heard daddy’s voice. Mommy had called him. And he said that it was going to be ok. He said that he was going to see me soon. That brought me relief. His words gave me motivation to make it through this awful day, the worst day of my life. I was determined to fight back against any more punishment. I was determine to see my daddy. Soon we were on our way back home. And then I saw daddy. He hugged me. Kissed me. Told me that he loved me. And then I told him all about this terrible day, the worst day of my life. I told him about the vaccines, the old fat man with the red suit and how I kept was loyal by not smiling. How the lady at the store punished me twice.

He grabbed me and put me in his chest. And there, I felt like a princess again. There, I was safe. I had survived the worst day ever.

If you listen closely, you can actually hear the “pop!” when the gun was fired and then the echo of mommy’s heart breaking.

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