The mad baby in the rearview mirror seeing the terror in these foolish woman’s fright eyes.
He birthed his own squeal, they thought he did not know, they called him “small baby” but he grew to know their gestures and their sneers. They called him “bastard” too.
His vagabond father wanted another chance at life, there he was in the path of his mother’s moving mobile. Its a mad world, where babies are given no choice to when they will be, to whom they will be neither do they get to talk back.
The squeal of this baby, never makes a difference not till that car made impact. A new tale started….it was not the father!
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