I am Diaper

• Published:July 30th, 2010
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Once apon a time, a lovely little girl was running barefoot and in a diaper, around the garden, just after the rain. Everything smelt so fresh and clean. The dappled sunlight coming through the breeze-stirred trees formed constantly moving shapes on the wet grass that brushed her little legs as she ran. And ponds of rain water reflected bright sunlight up into her pretty smiling face. But the laughter stopped abrubtly when she tripped and feel face first into a large pool. I felt the cold water filling me, making me heavy and pulling her down. After some frantic movement, all was very still and quiet. I glanced up and saw her with both her mouth and eyes open, as the sunlight played on her hair from above. Soon the air was filled with the sound of screaming and wailing. Am I really to blame for this?