When I finished crying my father began to explain to me the situation I was in.
Apparently after birth.
Happy Birthday to me.
And as such my parents gave me a gift.
A complete set of clothes and an incredibly delicious meal.
I was satisfied with both gifts the clothes were comfortable, fashionable and surprisingly easy to move in a fight.
And the food was the most delicious thing I had tasted in my life and also the first thing I had tasted in life, which made it doubly good.
After changing my clothes with which I woke up, which was basically a sack of potatoes with room for my arms and legs, I put on my new clothes some boxer, white shirt without prints some jens and a black vest.
All this in a dressing room that I swear came out of nowhere, but that my parents insist that it was always there.
Already changed, I feel much more confident about myself than before and I'm ready for some answers about myself.
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I sit at the table with my mother and father, which certainly came out of nowhere, but that does not matter for now.
I look my father in the eye and ask him to explain to me that I am.
He tells me that I belong to a race of cosmic beings native to the Valhalla, a race with many names for humans but none that we take for ourselves, we usually call ourselves by the name of the spice of our paradise so as not to cause problems or call the Attention more than necessary.
Apparently our numbers are small, so we don't find many of our kind.
We saw for long periods of time and we can have offspring with any form of life, our fertility is high but the more children we have and the less time we spend, the less powerful and complex people become.
The strongest children after being born from their mother's womb must spend time brewing in an open-field egg, and that is why I was born in this meadow.
The child also enters stronger the more possibilities there are for him to develop a stronger body, or not to be born alone but with some kind of guardian living being, a strong control over life around him or with some law, which is a control over existence.
Apparently I was born with a law of love and violence that was inherited from my parents who have the law of aggression and passion.
This also makes me smarter than a newborn should be and much more developed because I have the figure of a 13 year old male teenager.
When we finished talking I began to feel sleepy my parents said it was time to sleep and that we should enter the house, a two-story house with two bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, two rooms and a kitchen, which I have to say there was never seen before, but my parents noticed that I had been here for years, I wonder if my eyes will be fine, I have no real vision problems ?, lately one hundred things appear and disappear from my sight and as the provador where I change I don't see it anywhere.