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.

Then, leaning on his little arms, he sat up in bed and a hoarse laugh came from his throat.

Then the baby began to cry uncontrollably and stretched out his arms for me to pick him up. He touched me and I hugged him with all my love.

Nothing like this ever happened after that horrific experience.

¡Acúname!

Extendió sus bracitos y sus rollizas piernas al dejarlo boca abajo en la cama. Sonreía. Acababa de cumplir tres meses.

Cuando me dí la vuelta para dirigirme al baño, una voz metálica dijo: acúname.

Me dí la vuelta rápidamente y los labios del bebé repitieron: acúname.

El espanto se apoderó de mí. Le miré sin dar crédito a lo que estaba ocurriendo. Él seguía sonriendo. Yo estaba aterrada, y una repulsión infinita me impedía acercarme a él.

Entonces, apoyándose en sus bracitos, se sentó en la cama y una ronca carcajada salió de su garganta.

A continuación, el bebé se puso a llorar desconsoladamente y extendía lo brazos para que lo cogiera. Me conmovió y lo abracé con todo mi amor.

Nunca ocurrió nada parecido después de aquella espantosa experiencia

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