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|An Ancident That Changes My Life Forever (standard:other, 483 words)|
|Author: Jughead||Added: May 15 2002||Views/Reads: 1842/1||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
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The sight of the baby petrified me. He was grotesquely disfigured. His soft and smooth chest had been slashed haphazardly by a pen knife and his plump beck was blue, indicating that he had been strangled by an object. What amazed me most was that some scratch marks had been found on the cupboard wall, where the baby was found. It was evident that the baby had tried to struggle for his life till his last breath. The news of the eight-month-old toddler's tragic death not only grieved the Aames family, but also everybody living in our estate. Jeremy has instantly become our obsession since his arrival. His ability to make funny gestures in ourder to get our attention was impressive. He made me laugh till my sides ached and like any other toddler, his actions bore innocence, which we could not imitate at all. The cold-blooded killer must have been crzay to select Jeremy as his victim. Since then, I had changed my perspective towards children. I would never let another tragedy like the murder of my neighbour's toddler happen again. Mother was intially vexed over my changer of attitude, but never questioned me about that. When she gave birth to my youngest brother, I was the only one among the four siblings who volunteered to change his nappies, feed him with the supplementary baby food and even cuddle him to sleep. My fondness towards babies soon turned into obsession. By the time I was thirteen, I had made up my mind to become a nurse when i grew up later. My ability to have mutual bonding with children and my knowledge on how to make them stop crying and be cheerful again gave me an easier path towards my ambition. Babysitting became a routine to me in my secondary school years. After graduating from secondary school, I applied to several nursing schools in Singapore. The fact that all schools accepted me to be part of their communities was not amazing, for I had rich working experiences in the past. Furthermore, some parentswho had been impressed by my excellence in taking care of their children had written to The Daily Post to recommend my service. My four years in Rose Mary Nursing School was a breeze and I graduated as one of the top ten students who had the priviledge to receieve our ceritificates from the Prime Minister. I am now working in St Monica Hospital as the chief of the nursing unit. For the past twenty years, I have been receiving 'thank you' notes from my patients and interviews by the health magazines are inevitable. I must admit that I really enjoy my career, but what makes me complacent most is the secret of my success, in which I will remained tight-lipped till my last breath. It is my guilt over killing the baby of the Aames family twenty-five years ago. Tweet
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