Tips Birth

So when my mother was crying and presents me with a stream of blood, sweat, effort and tears. I also contribute to scream. And remember you uphold me and whispering me

"Song for my son. Who had just come from heaven lord. So I want you to bring the beauty of heaven for me. Until the world makes me clam up even more addictive lust from heaven. Once I become like you, my son. Where is the mirage of authenticity must be altered with a truth. So it is the religion of truth, is the god that turn on and off. Is god bless and fury. So I want you to embrace my religion, for heaven that you left for me, will return to you.

My son, a world so wild. Where ignorance is more meaningful and the truth shall make you superficial point of view today. So I wanted you to change them as accurately as possible. Your will and religion that have turned you in existence. Because the world is just stopover for people who can address the exam, both the sweep over both the jerk.
My son, I am sorry if I gave the toys that will only pictures of abstract future. Can you color with your favorite color. Dad did not want spoiled with electric toys, because luxury is not the intent of the dogma of life.
Let your father lead the children of heaven like you. Shows what you do not understand and will teach you how to address your curiosity. Until your father off brittle-ductile fighting over you.
My dear child, weep for fear of the world not because of fear of losing the world. For the world means nothing compared to the trial if you will not care. "

In the umbilical cut me and bathed me in prayer that is paired with the softness in my name. Messenger rock me to sleep with the humming and occasionally I squirm in my mother's hug. You just smiled at her amusement at will.