a Million Words (Part 5) ~ By my Incredible Husband

Small white things start sticking out of your gums, and they hurt like hell. Yet another piercing reminder
that you’re growing up way too quickly. Soon you’ll be munching on solids, stuff like biscuits and
crackers. Funny little green trees and balls appear on the plate, and even if you don’t like them, you’ll be
forced to gobble them down because they’re “good” for you. You have a better sense of what you like
and you are much better at announcing your discernible dislikes. Unfortunately, these outcries against
the atrocities posted against the human race in the form of these greens and oranges, adults call them
vegetables, are of no value. This is nonetheless not the only injustices you will experience during your
endeavor on this planet.

Before your second birthday, you might be able to start stringing words together, creating your’ own
sentences that often makes no sense, and everybody can’t wait for you to speak human… but this will
be short lived. By the time your five and your running your mouth at every electric signals sent from
brain to mouth, resulting in verbal diarrhea, you will be told to “shut up” more than you’ll ever hear the
words “I love you.” And develop you shall. Experts say that if you took two exact same tiny human
beings, born in the same place, at the same time, and you separate them, placing each in a separate,
unique environment, with different surroundings and stimulus, they would turn out to be worlds apart.
As if genetic predispositions aren’t of importance enough. One might be smarter, the other prettier. One
might sing beautifully, the other could probably write a poem that makes the whole world cry. In
essence, the caregiver has a much more important role to play when it comes to shaping the mind and
body of the little human being.

Your’ next birthday is coming up, and by now, you don’t poop in your pants anymore. Your vocabulary is
a few hundred words more than your aunts’ African grey parrot, which has a bad potty mouth, and now
you become the epicenter of attention every time you say or do something funny or outrageously
inappropriate. Kids say the funniest things. You get to feed yourself, even if half of your plateful
becomes your face full. You’re keen on dressing and undressing yourself and it’s become your’ life’s
mission to get the right shoe on the right foot. Luckily there are no laces to contend with. Taking baths
have become a joy, principally because of the bubbles in the tub, and sleeping in your own bed is still on
top of the list, right next to eating veggies. By now, the parents don’t know what to do with you
anymore, and the activities they used to occupy your time with, has become insufficient. You need more
sustenance.

It becomes essential to widen your social skills, and as such, you are placed with other tiny humans.
Siblings are the most likely choice. I want to emphasize the fact, again, after the fact, that I don’t
understand why the landlord would have decided to rent out the property again, very well knowing the
pain the deportation inflicts. If the landlord decided not to rent out or to declare the building unsafe for
human occupation, closing the baby factory per se, the go to would most probably come from their
brothers, sisters and other family members and or friends. Soon enough you’ll end up in a nursery, with
other nose running, arm biting, ass kicking, nonstop screaming, violently snoring, overweight, cookie
stealing, and taddletailing, stinky kiddies whom you’ve never met. One of these rampant monsters are
most likely to become your’ first friend. Your’ imaginary friend turns out to be very jealous.
The most important part of your’ body is starting to evolve. The brain. This grey matter as it is called,
rightfully so, seeing that there are no black and white areas, begin plotting and cordoning of areas
responsible for your essential being. Humor, language, memories and feelings all have their own place in
your skull. A very important organ, it’s protected by three layers of membrane. The Piamater,
Duramater and the Arachnid membranes all keep it safe. The brain is responsible for every part of your
body. Even the autonomous parts like breathing, the beating of your heart, reflexes and bodily functions
of all your organs, are run by the same operating system. Background programs as such.

To be continued...

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