Crib by Kit

• Posted: March 1, 2008
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• Author: Junelle
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• Filed under: Society
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It was 28th of April evening four years ago. Yet I still vividly remember the nurses and doctors in their operation room (OR) suite, ablazed with cool aircon and operating bed lights. I was sitting along the OR waiting area when someone called my name saying “Congratulations, it’s a baby boy.” My baby was covered in white cloth diaper. His cries were music to my ears.

Everyday seems not enough for me to glance and stare at my child who’s sleeping soundly in his Emily crib. After four years I still remember those beautiful cry of an angel. My son’s cries are music still planted deeply in my heart.

My son is a toddler age now, but in my eyes he’ll always be the little one I took from his Emily crib.

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