02 Ağustos 2010, Pazartesi
saat: 06:05
it's so weird. the whole thing is strange.
he just walks around all the time with a baby in his arms. one of the so many children. he barely speaks a word. his parents answer questions for him. he almost never speaks in full sentences. he has this expression imprinted in his face. at first it looks a smile, with the eyes squinted. after a while it starts looking like he is clenching his teeth. almost hostile-like. he doesn't respond to anything but to the needs of the baby in his arms. he refuses to sit down. the baby doesn't like to be still for long. the baby has big eyes. always searching for something. his mother maybe. the mother who abandoned him in the hospital. a baby needs his mother. the mother he'd recognize from her heartbeat. the mother who never shows up or feign an interest in her baby. they say he's holed up in the house all day looking after the baby. he needs a job, he needs to get out once in a while. the grandparents are old. it pains me to see the old grandmother look after him. she needs her rest, her retirement from a life so demanding.
that's why i didn't know what to say when i saw him downstairs. it looked like he was dialing a number on his cell. calling the mother? i thought. or taking a few moments off from his life with a baby. all alone save for his parents. i wanted to give him his time off, but i couldn't lie either. i told the waiting party that he was downstairs. that's all. the we took off.
