I stand at the edge of an infant warmer. My new born is laying in there. I touch the warm glass separates it with this world and imagine the softness of its skin. I look at it and let memory takes over my brain.
I do not like its hair color. It has the same color as the liquid abandoned my love. I cannot forget the horrify moment I had to watch the liquid escaped her through the place she gave it life.
Still it has beautiful eyes. Their color reminders me the sky in a windless day. I had the same weather when I promised to love its mother until the death does the job.
It is impossible for me to hate it. How can I hate the last gift my love gave to me? She scared in agony for hours in order to give me this tiny gift. It is so small. I can hold it up with only one hand. It is so fragile. I can crash it with my fingers.
It is impossible for me to love it. How can I love the sin I put to into my love’s womb? It is a living evidence of my sinful decision. It will definitely be a walking nightmare haunting my life in the future.
Murderous mind came to me more than once during the ten minutes I spend with it. I want to snap his neck. I want to switch off the infant warmer. I want to committee the most horrible thing a human could do to his own blood.
So my sin would end with a larger sin.
I can see it tries hard to breathe through the warmer’s glass but I cannot see any good would come from its struggle. Its fate is doomed to be ugly. I will made my sin more dangerous to all the people around me within a few month because it is the only way I can find to save them from the dangers came from the outside. Even I leave it alone, its fate would be surrounded with fear, greediness and conspiracy because it is suitable for carrying a greater evil.
Compassion in my heart tells me to end its fate now so that it would not recognize the darkness of his father, the darkness of his motherland and the darkness of this world. So it would not feel the pain comes from the darkness of human and human society. If I do the worst thing, the sin would transfer back from the tiny gift my love gave me to me again.
Before my fingers touch the switch of the warmer, I gets part of my mind back. I do not know why. It comes back to me maybe because I am a man, a father and a Kazekage. If I end it now, I will make myself a coward.
My love did not marry to a coward. My love did not entrust her child to a coward. My community did not elect a coward.
I pet it with the glass separate me and it.
I will do all I should as a man, a father and a Kazekage.
The only LOVE I promise to give it is that I will be the only one who will do the worst thing on it.
I kiss him with the warmer’s glass between my lips and his skin.
I will fulfill my responsibility to rise him, teach him and guide him.
After all, I am not ready to give up on him, which is my sin, my son and my sweet painful gift from my love forever.
I look at my youngest child, Gaara, in the eyes. He feels and smiles at me.
Damn! I hate to admit my heart trembles. He should be the sweetest pain of my life.

End

sweetest pain of my live…能够体会到那种感觉。冷，当然有，但同时也能感受到温情，毕竟自己的孩子。话说，题目的寓意是？

原来知道有个弑父的俄狄浦斯……

我要先收藏起来锻炼我的英文（掩面）

爱吧人的英语怎么都那么好↑

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Medea有她的愚蠢也有她的悲哀 她是因为生活而愚蠢 换句话说就是被生活所逼迫 这一点却又不同 因为在我看来四代更多的是自我 是自私也是伟大