It was about 6 or 7 months ago that I learned that Baby BB did not make it.
It was about 6 or 7 minutes ago that I learned I was blamed for Baby BB not making it.
I should have known that I was carrying Baby BB with me. While walking within the walls of Prague’s Old Town Square, or Cesky Krumlov’s castle, I should have known that I was carrying Baby BB with me. But naive, or unprepared as I am, I did not notice. Or I refuse to notice.
All through Slovakia and Austria, to Munchen and back to Singapore, I continued with my “lyf”.
That is probably why it ended there, Baby BB’s life ended there. It was just a thing of the past. WIth me as the primary culprit on why it all did not work out.
I always thought it was always my fault. But now, I know, all fingers are pointing at me, it was actually really my fault. I have nothing to argue with that. After all, it’s mine and mine alone. Nobody else’s.