A SLICE OF LIFE (SHORT STORY - 2)

                                                       WHERE IS MY BOTTLE?

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                                                                   ZahariahRin

            My second child is a very tiny cutie. A daughter that has the lookalike of a Japanese girl.


            On the first day, after delivery, as the nurse was pushing me (in a trolley-bed) with my

 baby at the end of my feet, a few Chinese teenagers were passing-by. They were admiring

her and talking to each other in their mother tongue, which meant " Waa.. very cute.." and

at the same time, was looking at me in a questionable way. Maybe they were wondering,

how could this Malay lady give birth to a sort of Chinese-Japanese looking baby.

I smiled at them restlessly.


          At the age of one, she developed a habit of throwing her bottle away after taking her

formula.When it was 'feeding time' she would ask me for her milk. I would ask her,

 " Where is your bottle?"   She would look at me bluntly and answered, "Bottle," in her

baby language. I would usually nod and then she would bend her body very low until her

head went down between her legs; and then, looked around between the legs and said,

" Where?" After that she would look up at me and said ,"None."

By doing this, she would walk quietly to the sofa and waited for her formula to be sent to her.

Her elder brother, Yusof, would then bring me their bottles.

       
         Though, at times when I was very tired with my daily routine,  having these two angels

at that time made me smile and felt thankful to have such wonderful children.