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Everything I do with this child it turns out into a big fight
Everything I say to this child, I struggle with him until broad daylight
It’s a fight to get him in bed, it’s a fight to tuck the pillow underneath his head, and he just will not fall asleep and have me up all night walking in the middle of the street.
 
 I put him on my shoulder and I rock him in the cradle, but he kicks and stretches out his arm and cry until the break of dawn taking short naps here and there and when I try to put him down he sound the alarm again and puts up a strong resistance.
 
Everything I try to do with this child it has to be a fight, sometimes I wonder if he is going to be a boxer or a musical conductor, he fights when I try to comb his hair and he fights when breakfast and dinner time draws near.
 
He fights drinking his formula and he fights when he is taking a shower and when I am combing his hair he hold on to the comb and pluck it out of his head and toss it to the ground.
 
Everything I do to this child he fights; when he has surpass the limit I try to find a pretty clothes that fits,but when I dress him in them, he gets mad and pull them off and scatter it all over the place and sits in the middle of the bed with only diapers on screaming and staring at me.

I took him out of the house and take him into the crowd and for the first time I saw him smiling and pointing at something on the supermarket shelf, it was the formula that he spills on the floor when he is at home, I walked over and he picked it up and placed it in the basket and for the first time my child made me happy.
 
 Everyone start calling him a cute little fellow, Oh how he makes my heart shiver, he is agreeable for a few minutes but when I took him home and we reached the gate his personality starts to change and the fight begins again.
 
I tried to figure it out, but this child’s misery has me pacing about and I came to the conclusion that the child’s daily fight had to do with something in that house; something was planted there that cause the child to fear.
It was not haunted or anything but the child was seeing something that scared him and made him really unhappy.
 
The next day I packed everything and move out of that house in a jiffy
And when I move into the new house, everything changed, my child began to sing and start responding to musical rhythm, there were no problems to do the task, and he was in bed before dark,.

I never lost my sleep again and my child was my new found friend. He never wakes when I open the door, the new house brought peace and comfort to our soul. 

My child is my only friend.
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