Whenever I dress my kid in an onesie, I am immediately reminded of the image of a dead child dressed in a white onesie, his cuddly lifeless body being held up in the air as a protest against the Israel attacks on Beirut last year. The child was only 1 when he met his death right there in his crib. Oh, how I wish the death came like a soft cloud to him, tickling him, all the while murmuring sweet lullabies to him.
Sweet Dreams sweet baby....you are in a much better, much kinder world.
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- I like to describe myself as “The most positive person I know”. I think everything in life is worth living, the sorrows, the joys, the rain on your face, the sun in your eyes, even the wretched summers of Lahore. And once you add your own kids to the mix, life becomes even more appealing, kind of like a roller coaster ride, only bumpier and with a lot more diaper changes and spit-ups. I live my life among two boys (hubs and a male offspring) and a baby girl who is frankly a bit too sweet for my liking. I am working on improving that aspect of her personality.
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