Big Day, Indeed

How are 'Big days' like in the life of adults? 

Well, this could be one of the most subjective questions to ask and leave alone the fact that I'm not an adult, hence not quite eligible to answer. But, I've got my guesses, like reaching a high peak in career or marriage or having children (mind you, I have got them in a pretty sophisticated order) and I've got my guest who can know better too! Because the first two cases are still fine for me to describe if I far stretch my imagination but the third? 

Oh! The third one my friend is just not my cup of tea to elaborate.

Hence I would rather prefer to hand over the control to-the one and only-

***

Uhh cut the crap, will you? I can do the introduction part better for me. Firstly, elaborating the situation I am currently in isn't my cup of tea either. Secondly, I am a coffee person. And thirdly, unlike my mate just mentioned, she should've preferred me as the last person to be handed over the control to. Besides, my current situation has already messed with mind too much to keep the elaboration precise.

Also. I haven't had a child just yet. My wife is in the operation theater right now. Doctors were trying to update me with whatever they were about to do next, but the information just passed through me, not making slightest of sense. 

If only I was educated, if only I had the money to afford my education, if only I had a decent job and salary, I wouldn't have, in the worst of my nightmares, brought my wife to such a cheap hospital for her delivery. But the expensive hospitals are still going to be way out of my league, even after analyzing every "if only"...

In less than two minutes, the doctor finally had self-realisation of the fact that I was unable to understand any of his "top-notch-medical-ex-student" terminologies. So, that led to some silence on his end. 

After waiting for a while for new information, only to not understand a single bit of it, I saw the Doctor's face light up as he approached me. 

What was he going to say? That I- I mean my wife, had given birth to a girl? or would it be a boy? or still better, both? 

It was "the" moment. I removed my phone from my pocket, after all, I had to record my child's first cry! That first cry which every parent loves. 

Wait. What? Was I a parent already?

'Hang on buddy, back to the reality' I told myself, as I noted the bits of information which the room gave me. The emotions it shared, the vibes. Because that was all I could understand. Amidst the Spanish-speaking medical staff, I have no clue how my wife would have done. We both can only ever understand the Spanish "Dora" uses. Alright! my wife is better at it. But me? oh, I never bothered to learn the new language, and how my wife hated it! I would always laugh off the subject by telling her that we were going to move to New York a few days down the line anyway. And she would laugh harder at the thought. 

There. It took me no time to get carried away by my thoughts and to burst into tears. The next thing I knew was that I was melting in my tears. What if something happened to my wife? or to my child? or hell! both? 

No! it will not happen, only the best will. 

God! Why was I having mood swings here? the one who was technically supposed o have them was sleeping soundly. 

The Doctor went on ranting all this time, but I couldn't even be sure of whether he was giving me a piece of good news or a bad one by his monotonous voice. Then, he did something smart. He opened "Google translate" on his phone and typed a sentence in Spanish. 

The cold, heartless, robotic voice did the translation for me in English but the words she spoke didn't go well as a sentence. The words just came to my brain raw, never having been digested. 

"Your child passed away. Apologies."

***

Ouch! The voice was indeed cold, poor my mate. Yes, the control has switched back to me and I wish more than ever, that I could change the way it went. But Alas! I can only change stories, not someone's past. 

"Poor my mate" is the ultimate truth.

or,

"My mate who was poor"

or still better,

"My mate who was forced into a miserable condition because he didn't have enough money to buy his own son"

On the same day, in the same hospital, a rich man was celebrating a "big day". 

The rich man, who had enough wealth to feed the Doctor. 

Enough wealth for the Doctor.

Enough wealth to buy the "big day" of someone else. 

Enough wealth to buy a child and declare him as "dead" for the rest of the world. 

My poor mate...