The Stunning... (Part2)

I had my three months vacation. I had nothing else to do that's why... I went inside our room (the one that I assigned to be our office.) The room is same as old but one thing was move. The huge horizontal painting ten inches left beside the door’s vertically moved, two inches from its position. I lift it one inch apart from the wall, dust and some papers fell from inside. Since I'm just the only one who went home, no one could help me to lift and remove the huge painting, I gathered all my strength to lift it and remove it for awhile. I had so many pauses and position that I made just to look what is behind it, at last! After two and half hours, I finally remove it! Whoa! It took all my strength but when I looked at it... my mouth is totally open wide. There's a toddler lying behind the huge painting! Now, I know the reason why the widths of our walls are eighteen inches.

As I observed the lying toddler, it seems that he was just a clone. When I look at the forehead of it, it made me move backwards, maybe five steps away from where I stand. It's looking at me in the eyes. It sat down. It stretches its arms. "Daddy..." it said. I blink twice. I look around, maybe the apparition of my twin brother is behind somewhere or me but when I saw nothing around, I look at it and point myself. "Daddy..." it said once again. I'm hesitant because it might bite me or something like that. I saw the papers on the floor I took it and look. It has something written in it and I'm very sure that it was my father's hand writing: This is Toddler B.L. I read it once again. B.L. is my initials. I look at the toddler it looks like impatient now. I guess it’s not going to bite me. I carry him... It smiles at me. "Daddy!" it said then it hugged me. Someone's ringing the doorbell, I look who it may be but I don't see anyone there. I didn't mind it.

It's been two hours since I discover B.L., that I named Cloniel. Meaning, nothing particularly it's just I can't think of a nice name of it or should I train myself calling it, him? I name him Cloniel because he's a clone, I guess... No one could ever live an hour inside that incubator look inside the wall that has been covered by huge painting especially toddler. I taught it was a real toddler but if it's a real toddler it must be bones already that's why, I knew he was a clone (in my mind) and the paper proves it. I kept the paper inside the secret shelf. I sat down on my bed and sat him down on my lap.

"Cloniel, do you eat?" I asked while poking his smooth right cheek.

He glared at me innocently and nod then smiled. I smile at him and carry him. I sat him down at the table on the kitchen. "You can breathe but can't make a move or else... you'll fall." I command then I open the refrigerator to get some cookies I baked and milk.

When I look at where I left him, he's still there actually but he's looking at me that made me stepped backwards. I awkwardly smiled. "A-are you hungry?" I asked.

He nods. I carry him and feed him but he didn't like the milk I gave him and he can't drink on the glass properly but I think he likes the cookies. I decided to go at our office to bring back the huge painting on its place then we went at the grocery to buy some milk for him, his bottles then we visit my friends to the hospital. To be honest, it feels like I had a newborn baby... It's kind of irritable but I don't have any choice.