Andrew was a mama’s boy, raised as only child after 90 in Romania, Bucharest. He came in this world after a 8 hour battle with life on which he lost everything that he had on his first scream. His mother died after 2 minutes and 45 seconds, not enough time for him to see her, to open his eyes or for his lips to touch the energy from her breast; some will say that wasn’t even time for a song to moan her. Newborns always have blue eyes, the color is a gene that is present after a while, you could have said that when we arrive here we are all angels, without sin, with nothing on us in us, a matter that needs to be shaped to fit in this world. You could have say that he had a father there, with his heart as small as a flee but unfortunately he was the flee not being there and worse not wanting to be part of his life. It was a short love story between him, Christian, a depraved youngster, 28 at that time and Natalie a young girl that came to study psychopathology; she came from a village near Timisoara, a christian raised by her parents in the name of God; he, was raised by a stepmother that could have been her sister, a young model as old as he and as pleaseable as his father wanted; she had the religion in her blood and dreams while he prayed always not to leave someone pregnant with that drugs and alcohol in his blood. They met at the university, you know, the place where you go to make a bright future, to carry bags of knowledge to evolve as an individual, to have a place here on this earth but it was the place where she sentenced her death as for him he poisoned his thoughts and drowned them in alcohol.
“What are we going to do with the kid, any next of kin, anyone to be informed?” the doctor asked in the room while he kept the kid in his hands trying to see if the is healty.
“He looks healthy as a horse, what a man, he will be”, he said while his mother was one meter next to him starting to loose body temperature, 37.5 , 34.. and starting to look pale while her body was getting cold and her skin rugged.
The four nurses and looked at the doctor and were thrilled by his calmity, “how can he be like that,
“There is a woman here, I think she is an aunt or something, her name is Andreea, should we inform her regarding this? But how do we say it, we know the procedure but..”
“We will do as per procedure, what the heck, it is what it is, it wasn’t our fault, we tried and did our best”
The doctor knew that his hands were shaking and that it wasn’t the first time the Hippocratic oath was broken, he knew in his guts that he could’t take it anymore, he was lost in his dreams and thoughts but dogs need to be fed, kids need to be schooled and wives and mistresses need to be pleased; he needed the job and admitting to be having a mistake wasn’t the road he wanted to take; he had time to go home and stay in his sofa and drink bottles of wine to kill the sins that grew inside his body: “I feel like I have a garden inside me and each mistake I make and someone suffers makes another flower grow, and i try to poison this garden to kill it but can’t, the smell of flowers and the green of their leaves suffocate me,”