Definition of a human being- Dilsha Dinesh XI A

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I recently saw a sight which is so disturbing on a certain level. The picture is still vivid in my head and as I write about it I find myself being furious about it after each word. There are just so many questions running through my head when I saw it. Why!? What are you thinking!? Are you human!?

It was a beautiful day. The weather was just perfect so I went for a jog. After plugging my iPod and wearing my favorite pair of Adidas, I was off to the park. After an hour of burning calories I decided to head back home.

 Fine, 20 minutes jog! Happy? Well the point is I got tired and I was heading home. My brain was being hypnotized by idea of a smooth, sweet, tantalizing bucket of chocolate mousse flavored London Dairy waiting for me in my freezer. I would go through hell and heaven for it. Okay, I might be a bit exaggerating. Just a tiny bit?

Anyways, I was on my way out of the park when I saw the cutest little baby girl. She was in that age wherein you’ve just learned how to walk and can’t just wait to run. She was so adorable with those blonde curls, chubby rose cheeks, sparkling blue eyes and in a really cute plum colored dress. She was just so sweet walking with her chubby legs, I had to force myself not to run all the way and just hug that baby girl. Babies have always been my weak spot. The bucket of ice cream was forgotten and I just stood there just smiling goofily at one of God’s most beautiful creations. The sight of her with just two front teeth, giggling as she walked holding her Mom’s hand, made my insides go jelly.

When she reached the grass ground, her Mom took something out her bag. I thought it was one of the baby girl’s toys. But what I saw next made me want to dig a hole and bury myself in it alive. The mother had a wire like those of a telephone cord and she strapped one end to the baby girl’s wrist and the other on her own. She then kept walking, pulling the baby girl along with a tug now and then.

I wish I hadn’t seen that. I wish I hadn’t seen that innocent little baby. I wish I had stayed home. Tears pricked my eyes. My insides turned upside down. My nails dug into my palms. My teeth grazed. Every single cell in my body wanted me to run. But to where? Out of the park and hope to forget this? Towards the baby girl and tear that strap on her wrist?

 If by reading this you felt nothing, absolutely nothing, then I am afraid you are not a human being anymore.

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