• It was, I suppose, the best day happened to my life. My wife, in the emergency room, sweating, bleeding and tears running down from her face while delivering our first baby. I was so excited that time, so excited that I can't even sit still while smiling, smiling so hard that I felt like my cheeks are wobbling. A minute or two had passed, a doctor came out of the Emergency-Room and talked to me, he said, "It was a success, congratulations, sire" I was so happy that I jumped and jumped and throwing my arms in the air as I say "hooray!".

    6 months had passed, our baby started to crawl, started to say some words, started to grow some hair and *I* started to think something outrageous about our child. I has blonde hair, and so do my wife, but, the baby has brown. I started thinking about it, thinking about it everyday, every minute and so. I waited for the clock to tick and went to my bed, also, waiting for Her to come. It's almost midnight that time, and she's still not there. I rose from the bed and went downstairs to check her out and I saw the unexpected. She was having an affair with our neighbor, and I thought, "Oooh, that's why". I went back to my room, crying, punching the wall, depressed.

    I calmed down a little bit and silently walked to the kitchen and took the gas and a lighter from the cabinet and went back straight not to my room but, to my baby's room, or should I just say my wife and my neighbor's baby's room. I grabbed his foot and poured lotsa gas on him, lit the lighter and booom! an inferno suddenly took over his feet. He scowled and started screaming and crying. I threw him back in his crib and runned away from that house of affairs...