My first memory

I was held by my parents,

I was held by my father who was clad in white and by his side my mother.

They presented me to someone not only dressed in the purest of white but of great power.

The land itself was of pureness

Thus I was presented to the pure figure.

After this I was left alone but when life was hard for me the following happened,

I saw my mother’s face for a second it was pure beauty and she said, “It will be okay.”

The End

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