My Sick Daughter

My daughter is sick, and like any other father, I feel like crying. I raised her with my own warmth, affection, and blood. She has never been like this; she had infections in the past, but they were never that serious. In fact, they added to her beauty, but this time it’s getting stinky.

Father and Daughter. P hoto by Deeble on Flickr

There are scars and warts all around her body. She smells so awful at times. Her baby recently looked at her carefully, as he has done ever since his birth, and said to me, “Mama seems to be infested by 7 billion parasites all around her body.” He also said to me that Mama’s parasites have tried to infest him too in the past, and he suspects that they have spotted other family members for future infestation.

They are multiplying irrationally. But then that’s not the problem; she has always been a host to millions of other parasite types, but none made her sick. This particular two-legged parasite with flat nails seems to be killing her with thousands of toxins. I am really worried about her. I have asked her big brother, who lives a little far away, to get some antibiotics from far-off places and inject her. But that’s a very cruel process, and she herself would not agree to that. Some 65 million years ago, she got an antidote which rid her of giant parasites, and she is too scared of all this again. Plus, she loved these parasites in the past.

Anyway, if she keeps getting sicker, I will have no other option but to get her antidotes injected; probably, I will ask her other brothers to hurl an antidote from far away. In the meantime, I will pray for my daughter. I hope she gets well soon and that her rogue parasites change.

A distressed father – SUN