he laid in his crib, white sheets

covering his small body as his eyes were giving

out slowly, his long eyelashes tickling his

cheeks.

the house was quiet, until a loud scream

and a shattering glass bottle

were heard. his parents were

fighting, shouting nonetheless words and throwing

things at each other.

the screaming has gone on

for minutes, until his mother's cries

were silenced by his cries.

tears ran down his cheeks as small sobs

left his lips, his body shaking

delicately and his breath

hitching every little

while.

the front door got

shut and his mother's cries were

muffled. the small boy next to me gaped

for air as he was slowly

choking on his

tears.

no one came to help

the little boy, it felt like everyone has

disappeared

for a moment.

people were too selfish to care

about someone else's problems, were too selfish to accept

another's screaming for

help.

unless they needed something for

themselves.

he was alone in this big world, no one seeming to

care about the little

angel in-between the

sheets.

no person in this universe seemed to realise the small boy's

desperate need for someone to be

there for him.

i sat in front of him, knowing my existence will be

useless in the next few minutes.

however, it proved me

wrong when i started humming an

unknown melody, harmonizing with the silence

in this room.

his cries became quiet, his mouth wide

open as be breathed

slowly, listening to the soft

tune.

he calmed down.