True Story.
A little boy walked into his father's bedroom.
His father sat silently at his desk, pouring over papers - not noticing his open breifcase lying on the bed. He was a doctor, and half of his job was paperwork.
The boy walked over to the bed, and looked through his papers, looking for something interesting.
He found a picture.
It was of an aborted baby, it's skin burned down to the flesh - and the bone, in some places.
The boy stared at the picture. It confused him.
He walked slowly over to his father, and poked him on the leg.
his father turned from his papers to see the puzzled and slightly upset face of his young son. "What's wrong, son?"
The boy looked at the baby in the picture.
His dad couldnt see the picture, all he saw was the white back - but he knew which picture it was. Explainations ran through his mind like lightning.
The boy didn't answer - just glared at the picture.
"Son? What's wrong?"
A tear slid down the little boy's face. "Daddy.." He sniffled. "..Who broke the baby?"
His father sat silently at his desk, pouring over papers - not noticing his open breifcase lying on the bed. He was a doctor, and half of his job was paperwork.
The boy walked over to the bed, and looked through his papers, looking for something interesting.
He found a picture.
It was of an aborted baby, it's skin burned down to the flesh - and the bone, in some places.
The boy stared at the picture. It confused him.
He walked slowly over to his father, and poked him on the leg.
his father turned from his papers to see the puzzled and slightly upset face of his young son. "What's wrong, son?"
The boy looked at the baby in the picture.
His dad couldnt see the picture, all he saw was the white back - but he knew which picture it was. Explainations ran through his mind like lightning.
The boy didn't answer - just glared at the picture.
"Son? What's wrong?"
A tear slid down the little boy's face. "Daddy.." He sniffled. "..Who broke the baby?"