My mum told me she had a terrible hard labour delivering me. It was so critical that the doctor asked my dad to choose which life to save. But somehow, a specialist doctor decided that he would go home late that day and offered to help my mum with the labour. Because of that somehow, both of us are still alive.
Looking back, I had always wonder what would've happen if my dad did make that decision. Which would he save? My mum, the love of his life? Or this child he has never met? And whichever of us had he chose, how different life would be? How would life be for my sister being the eldest in the family? How would life be being the only child of a single parent?
Was I intended to be here, in this world? How much of the ripples in the waters of life have I changed?
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