When I Lost my WayI Followed the Butterfilies
My mother used to recount
little incidents from my childhood.She
told me that when I was 2 ½, she went to the hospital to give birth to my
brother.I stayed with my aunt and uncle
(my mother’s brother and his wife).In
those days, routine hospital stays after giving birth were 5 days long.Children were considered too germ-ridden to
set foot in hospitals unless they were the patients.My father visited me and took me to the hospital
parking lot so my mother could wave to me from her hospital window.Back then, you could actually open
windows.I was inconsolable much of the
time and asked for her constantly as I was too young to understand why I had
been abandoned. Homecoming day finally arrived and instead of joyful hugs and
kisses from me as my mother had anticipated, I turned my grumpy little back on
her and refused to even look her in the eye.She was spurned by a two year old.Spurn:Latin derivation =
spernere = to despise.A contemptuous
rejection.Balk at, deselect,
disapprove, negative, …
