I can still recall when he was born in January 2005. It was really an exciting day for me, at least. Although he had a different mother (albeit one who didn't really give a f**k about him), he was sure as hell a love-at-first-sight case for me.
From there, the journey began. And with every page and chapter of my life, he was there... either to rejoice with me, get mad together with me, or to shed tears with me. He endured the repeated pounding of my hands when I got dumped by his first mother. He was there with me, together painting the town red, when I got promoted shortly after. He was also there when I left my first company in rage and jumped into HP.
I met his second mother (and effectively the only and real mother that he'd ever have) in October 2008, and he was there to celebrate our union in the peaks of Genting.
Our little boy had a near-perfect life... he had everything every other little boys didn't. However, God is fair, and nothing in this world escapes that slight imperfection. His legs would grow limp very fast, and he had to endure countless amounts of surgery to get him back to shape. Maybe he gets tired very fast, especially with a daddy who travels a lot, and insists on bringing him wherever he goes. That is not counting the nerve biopsies and replacements that he had to go through whenever his nervous system fails.
Little did we know that this little imperfection would one day be life threatening. Shortly after his 5th birthday, he started walking with a significant limp, and cries out in pain all the time whenever he tries to change direction. His mom and I did everything that we could. Spent thousands on treating him and making him better. All to no avail. Even with new transplants and screws, he still limped and cries out in pain all the time, getting from bad to worse even with the aid of the most advanced technology the world could ever offer.
We are not millionaires, and to put him through a full-body restoring surgery would cost too high... so in the end, after days and nights of thought, tears, and agony, we decided to give him up for adoption... hopefully there will be a kind daddy or mommy (or both) out there who can afford to restore him back to the fullness of health and life.
Looking back, and every time we pass by his new home and see him there, we shed tears of regret... we shed tears of sorrow... WE loved him. We promised a younger brother for him, and we promised surgery to bring him back to good health... but why did we end up giving him up for adoption?
We hope you will forgive us, our dear little boy. We had run out of ideas and ways... sometimes we wished that we had so much money that we could still keep you with us, and love you with each passing day. Sometimes, at night, I dream that we actually kept you and gave you a baby brother, and both of you having so much fun... it makes me cry silent tears. Your mother still hasn't reconciled with the fact that you're gone - tears flowing down her face every time I mention your name...
WHY, GOD? WHY??? WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO US??? SOMETIMES I WONDER IF YOU JUST ENJOY SEEING PEOPLE SUFFER IN AGONY, GIVING UP WHATEVER THEY LOVE???
With a heavy heart... with tears in my eyes, and with sorrow flowing through my veins... farewell, my little boy... Farewell, Monster Sia... we hope that someday, when you've grown further, when you see your parents (looking a little older than now), you will still remember us and call us by your signature squeal "EEK"...
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