Onomatopoeic

November 24, 2008
3:26 AM

I was awakened by a gentle tug. My "thirdling" needed milk. After feeding her, I found myself unable to return to slumberland.

At this very wee hour of the morning eleven years ago, I was also roused from my sleep by a soft pat. "Dai, imong daddy gi-Code Blue," the resident doctor stated with genuine empathy. Having already anticipated that the inevitable would happen, I calmly called home and told mother to come ...