The Beginning

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After hours of holding your mother's hand while she cried and screamed, bleeded and prayed you are finally here.

— Son... My son...

When the tears from my eyes made everything fuzzy and blurred, and the blood in your cheek made the white sheet quite red
I loved you much and I loved you more, and I loved your mom as I love my Lord, then I hold you in arms.

— So little and so small...

The cold from the night made my heart shake, but the love from my inside keep my composture and my warmth I looked in your eye and I hold your little hand, I kissed her on the cheek and she slept on my arms after we cleansed you from blood.

— Son... My son. Don't worry my love, for your Earthly father is here...

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