Every year on my birthday I would remember something that Mother had told me.
When I was born Mother was very sad and also scared, because she was expecting Father to get angry with her for giving birth to another girl. However, she told me that unexpectedly Father did not react the way she expected. Instead Father immediately carried me in his arms and smiled delightedly. She told me that was the time when she realized that father was actually a good man.
The next day the doctor discharged Mother and me. It was post Second World War, life
was difficult. Father pleaded with the doctor to let us go home first
and he will make full payment later. "You and your wife can go home, leave
the baby here, bring the money then you can take her home", the heartless
doctor shouted. Father left the clinic, leaving Mother crying with me in her arms. After a few hours Father came back with
some money he borrowed from relatives and friends in Brickfields
and we all went home to Brickfileds in a trishaw.
Taking a break for now from activegoldengirls
13 years ago
