Life Goes On
No, I cannot remember the moment life began for me in my mother’s womb: You know, a brand new creation after leaving my father to stick to my mother for nine months, like would never happen again.
Neither can I remember when I traveled the birth canal to enter the world that awaited my presence. Actually, they were the wrong hands that I entered: the very ones that disconnected me from my mother and slapped me on the bottoms to hear me say what was on my mind, just for that moment!
I do believe most of us have been there.
Well, here’s a bit more that we can agree on:
From there, life goes on….
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