"WAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!"
Came the shrill voice of my two-year old cousin. It, as it always will, hurt my ears.
My God, if I could just strangle the little child.
No, don't get me wrong. I'm not a child-hater. Okay. Maybe just a tiny little bit. I can handle children, really. But if the child screams like those children that can fill up batteries in Monster, Inc, I'm pretty sure this child would have filled more than ten batteries.
I'm confident that I can handle a child, children even, for an hour or so. But make it more that twelve hours and I'd probably leave the child to go hungry and cry for all I care. It does not help that I was once a child and that I was also like that. So sue me.
A pretty good explanation for this inherent impiety of mine is that, I was never used to noise at home. If it happened that you grew up in a home that only houses three persons [namely you, your brother that you always fight with and your mom that nags you constantly], the noise of a child and the patience to deal with it would not run in your veins.
But there were times that I can boast that I have successfully handled children. Like these:
1. When a cousin of mine, barely two-years old, was left in my care for approximately six hours, I was able to go through it. Worst case was that she threw up on my shoulder which left me an amoy-suka babysitter. And well, she became sick under my care. Haha.
2. When I went to Elsie Gaches [an orphanage-like institution which houses children and adults alike who had mental incapacity and were abandoned], a child bit me in my arms and hand. But hey, even though I really want to strangle him, I was able to force myself not to.
3. I thought a number of kids, about seven, a dance number for an event.
4. I was able to organize a game for street children in a Christmas party.
So you see, I may have a tiny little bit hate for children, I can handle them [I think]. Oh well, it may change in the future.
