I’ve finally got big enough to hear what is happening in the outside world. I can assume that there is only one other person beside me and mother that's around. My mother has a very soothing voice when she talks and when she sings.

The songs sound like folk songs that you’d find in a rural village. Songs you can sway and dance to with the one around. It is beautiful and it was peaceful until the second voice came. I could guess it was my father because he had a husky kinda voice. A husky kinda voice that could not sing but always tried.

For the days I could never get through a song without him coming out of nowhere and ruining it. I swear to god once I get out of here I will use these tiny hands and shut you up. Then finally I can hear the end of her songs. And maybe I could actually join in one day.

But until then I listen and wait to be born with these tinys hands and close my father's mouth. At least I can tell they love each other because after each song I get squished just a little. So either their hugging or my father trying to do an abortion the old fashion way.

They would say how much they love each other and my father would rant to her on how he’s ready for me to come out already. Me too, father me too. My father seemed to have the dream of making me a warrior while my mother didn’t really care for it. She would say that she wanted me to live in peace and not worry about fighting.

I could already tell this world was messed up when my father said that couldn’t happen. That no matter how hard they wanted to find peace it wouldn’t happen. That I have to become strong in order to protect myself. He said he would give his life for me but what happens then? Listening to this I wanted to cry but I couldn't. The only thing I could do was make a promise. I will protect this world and bring back order.