Saturday, February 14, 2009

Old Milk


It was valentine's day when papa and mama went to the city to buy a steroidal cream for my face rashes. I was left with Ate Lalang who was patiently cuddling me around. Ate fatima and Kuya Francis were also around and were playing a lot.

When I felt hungry and started to cry, Ate Lalang asked Kuya Francis to get some milk. Unfortunately, Kuya took the old milk from one of the bottles inside our room. I really never cared about the taste, which according to my papa, was sour. The taste didn't matter actually because I consumed everything.

Mama was shocked to know about it when she arrived. So papa, prepared a fresh formula milk in order to saturate the old milk that I consumed . Eventually I vomited; perhaps because my tummy didn't like the taste of old milk.

That was a horrific experience. But during this time I didn't really care much.

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