He didn't come out of my belly but my God I've made his bones because I've attended to every meal and how he sleeps and the fact that he swims like a fish because I took him to the ocean. I'm so proud of all those things. But he is my biggest pride.
What is truth? Truth doesn't really exist. Who is going to judge whether my experience of an incident is more valid than yours? No one can be trusted to be the judge of that.
