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My restless son
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Winton Dong
ALTHOUGH my son is only four months old, he is quite energetic for his age.
Every day he strenuously exercises his limbs, trying to stand up on his own feet.
To make sure that the little baby cannot hurt himself at night, my wife covers his two hands with silk stockings while he is sleeping to make sure he does not fall out of our bed.
One night when he was asleep, my wife said to me: "Hold his stockings tight!"
Paying little heed to her worry, I fell back asleep.
Suddenly, I was awakened by my son's loud crying.
I realized I was still holding the stockings, but they were empty; my son has slithered out and fallen to the floor, where he sat crying and rubbing his head.
The next morning, shattered, I discovered a fresh bump on his head.
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