(From left: Sr. Marie Paul, yours truly with baby Kim and Sr. Bertina- my inspiration, my peace)
I never thought of them as special. Their sacrifices never mattered to me; after all it was the done thing. They created me and it was simply their duty to look after me and to provide for me. I had known my parents ever since I was born and they waited on me hand and foot as a child. So I presumed it was my duty in turn to take them for granted. But no more.
I spend about three hours every other day with a whole bunch of reasons that helped me see light. They are between a week and 10 years old. Little girls and boys. Eyes that have seen enough even before they opened. Some- reminders of a fleeting moment of passion between two people; others who managed to escape when tragedy struck, but spilled over into another world that isn’t worth the trouble, and the rest physically and mentally challenged- omens of evil- ostracised from their own families. But All- constant reminders of how society and economy have made it so convenient for people to snap the cord that ties a soul to its creater, that which brings one from history to walk through to eternity. A bond that gives you a name, a place, a home and promised love, one that looks after you until you are able to look after yourself and even after that. A bond that craves and seeks support in each other. Now also a bond so tangible that it allows parents to have the heart to lead the child into oblivion and leave him there.
Dated: sometime in August 2002
I spend about three hours every other day with a whole bunch of reasons that helped me see light. They are between a week and 10 years old. Little girls and boys. Eyes that have seen enough even before they opened. Some- reminders of a fleeting moment of passion between two people; others who managed to escape when tragedy struck, but spilled over into another world that isn’t worth the trouble, and the rest physically and mentally challenged- omens of evil- ostracised from their own families. But All- constant reminders of how society and economy have made it so convenient for people to snap the cord that ties a soul to its creater, that which brings one from history to walk through to eternity. A bond that gives you a name, a place, a home and promised love, one that looks after you until you are able to look after yourself and even after that. A bond that craves and seeks support in each other. Now also a bond so tangible that it allows parents to have the heart to lead the child into oblivion and leave him there.
Dated: sometime in August 2002
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