Put me in my cradle! — ¡Acúname!
He spread his little arms and plump legs as he laid his face down on the bed. He was smiling. He had just turned three months old.
As I turned to head for the bathroom, a metallic voice said: put me in my cradle!
I turned around quickly and the baby’s lips repeated: put me in my cradle!
The horror of him overcame me. I looked at him in disbelief at what was happening. He was still smiling. I was terrified, and an infinite revulsion prevented me from approaching him.