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  • I was the bridge to bring him into this world.As he came through me his light was left inside my body and I became a celestial candle of love..I was blessed with my mission of been his mother on this Earth.Little baby so vulnerable in my arms, looking at me like his goddess.I knew everything for him and he listened to me like If I was a fountain of love and wisdom.He asked me a million times why the stars were shinning at night,why the sun was in the sky,why and why and why and my answers were always right.
    Time had passed and inside my heart he is still my little boy.He is a grown up man and he never ask me "why" anymore.
    I am not the goddess that I knew all the mysteries he did not understand.I am just a woman called mother,a mortal like everybody else.
    I do not see him very much. He is very busy with his life.He is in his own path. But I miss so much his constant"whys"
    One day he will have a little being asking the same questions ,looking at him like the master of the Universe standing on a pedestal..Maybe then he will know what I felt then and I feel now.Maybe one day he will ask me again "why"
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