"The cut is so deep. Shou-- should I call the doctor?" My voice trembled. As a response he shook his head. I heaved a defeated sigh and applied the ointment on his chin, but he flinched and shoved my hand gently.

"Does it hurt?" I asked but he didn't respond instead kept staring at me. Cautiously, I nursed his wound and put the bandage on his chin.

"I'm really sorry for what I said, I didn't mean it. I shouldn't have said-" I wiped my tears.

"I killed my child." He said ...