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I remember the day I met her very well.
It was weird and kind of weird.
She did not listen to my father or my mother.
She just did what she wanted.
I still don't quite know why.
But when we first spoke to each other, I felt like that to her ... Near.
As if she were my big sister and I was her little brother.
But ... when I remember it, I only felt that feeling in me because it played a completely different role in my life.
She was something very special for me and when I met her at that time, I had no idea how much our acquaintance would turn my life and that of my family upside down.
But until I get to the place where I met this person, I should first tell a little bit about my life before I come to the life of a special God.
It was February 11th in the early morning when my mother gave birth to me in pain.
"Press on!" I heard a male voice say or rather command.
I do not know whether this was one please or ordered.
But in any case, this man said this.
Following what the man ordered or asked her, my mother pressed and screamed as hard as she could.
Until finally I could slide out of her abdomen ... rather pulled out by a midwife.
"Congratulations! You gave birth to a boy!" an elderly woman said to my parents.
I don't know if she had shown me to my parents, because my eyes were swarmed by the fruit bubble water and I only saw body outlines.
But what I heard was a sobbing.
A happy sobbing.
It came from my parents, who were probably crying.
"Go ... my son ... Well? I hear him ... Don't scream ...?" a woman's voice asked, whispering.
It's true!
I didn't scream, but I stared and blinked in front of me.
"All right, Majesty. It is rare for an infant not to cry at birth. But there's something like that," said the older woman, hitting me once on the butt, so I was supposed to scream, but just shrugged.
I stared at the woman in confusion, at least it could have been said that I was staring at this woman.
Then I felt something that would accompany me all my life, and that was joy from my parents.
They were happy.
Overjoyed.
Both were just happy that I entered the world healthy.
I was very tired but also very curious how and who my parents were.
But my eyes were still completely sucked by the fruit bubble water, so that even I didn't quite see the light that seemed to me.
I felt the midwife put me in a small cold sink and wash the blood and amniotic fluid from my body.
After I had completely cleaned, weighed and measured, another woman wrapped me in a towel and lifted me up.
I stared at her with a slightly clearer view and recognized a young woman who was around 18 years old and had blonde long hair.
Relatively young for a midwife, I found.
But I was just a baby, which couldn't understand or could not distinguish the differences.
Noticing this, she looked at me, smiled at me warmly and tickled me slightly, trying to elicit a squeak from me, which I did not do.
She turned with me in her arms to my parents and laid me on my mother's bare chest.
I felt her heart.
It struck fast, strong and even gentle.
I closed my eyes, wanted to calm it down, and cuddled up to her.
She was warm and smelled so good.
It was my light, which shone in the darkness.
No wonder!
After all, I have heard my beloved mother's heartbeats for 9-10 months and felt their warmth.
That I was lying there with her and never wanted to leave her again, no one should be surprised.
It just calmed me down so I couldn't say anything ... or rather scream.
Until I felt my father's hand on my head.
It was a strong but guarded hand.
I opened my eyes again, which were no longer swarmed by the amniotic water, and looked up to him.
He smiled and even lost tears, as did my mother.
I didn't understand why they were crying.
However, I should feel the same feeling in a few years with my own child.
They just cried and cuddled up to me.
Well, rather my mother.
My father couldn't or wasn't allowed to go to the bed where my mother was lying on it.
However, he put his arms around my mother and around me.
"Look ... he even has your eye color..." my mother breathed and pressed her cheek on mine.
I looked at her.
Her voice was so rough, and I remember a godlike voice when I was still in her abdomen.
"Yes. But he has your hair color and your face," my father said, brushing my hair.
Now I looked at him.
His voice was the same as I heard in the lower abdomen when he spoke to me.
Were they my parents?
They looked friendly and incredibly great.
I was looking forward to living a life by her side.
"What is your son's name, Majesty?" asked the elderly midwife, who had just left the room and came back with something.
All I saw was my dad turning to her and then looking at my mother again.
"Should we take her advice and call him that?" my father asked my mother, whispering.
She looked lost in her mind before looking at me and smiling.
"If fate is heading in the direction she had foreseen, then yes," my mother answered with a godlike voice.
I looked first at her and then at my father, who nodded with a smile and turned back to the midwife, who I could now see a little in the corner of my eye.
"His name shall be Solomon Jehoahaz Abraham! Prince Solomon Jehoahaz Abraham!" said my father, looking down at me with a smile.
He then stroked me over my cheek, so that I squealed slightly.
So now I had a name, and it even sounded noble.
Especially with the title 'Prince', whatever a prince is.
I heard the midwife scribbled on a piece of paper while the 18-year-old midwife wrapped something around my wrist.
I stared at it.
It was blue, wrapped in a sweat and had my name on it.
Shortly afterwards, the older one pressed a small note into my father's hand.
"It would be good if your wife rests something here before she goes back to the room. I let your companion into the room so they can welcome their new family member," she said, smiling briefly when she saw me staring at her, and then left the room.
My father didn't quite listen.
He was too busy reading the note the midwife gave him before turning back to me and my mother.
"Look, Solomon. Here's all the information about how big you are, how much you're weighing, when you were born, and at what time," my father said, smiling, showing me the cardboard note.
I just stared at it.
I couldn't read yet.
"David! Solomon is just a newborn. He won't understand what you're showing him," my mother giggled.
So my father's name was David.
"Hey, I'm sorry! But I'm so happy to be a father! I have prepared so much in the palace for you, my son," my father said to me, and brushed my hair again.
I looked first at him, then at my mother and then at the door, which opened slightly squeaky.
"Congratulations, little one!" shouted a man with brunette hair and bumped into my father.
"Jehoahaz! I'm no longer a 'little one'! I've been over 800 years!" my father said, nudged back at the brunette, who was probably called Jehoahaz.
My father is over 800 years old?
He doesn't look like that.
"I know, I know! But I am also over 800 years and since I am the older one, you are and remain my little dwarf!" Jehoahaz grinned.
I just saw my dad turn red in the face.
He seemed embarrassed to be called a 'little one'.
I then saw the other man walking to my mother and me.
"Was the birth very exhausting for you, Alma?" the blond-haired man asked my mother, who would probably be called Alma.
Alma, what a beautiful name.
"It hurt a little bit. But when I saw him, they were hurting and gone," my mother said, smiling, looking at me, whereupon my father and Jehoahaz stopped arguing and looked at me.
"Oh! He has your eye color, David!" said Jehoahaz.
"Silent and reserved, like the little one!"
"Jehoahaz! Shut your mouth! " my father mused, and wanted to cut the man right after that if my mother hadn't held him with his left.
"But he has Alma's hair color and face, brother," said the other man to the brunette, who was probably his brother.
I continued to stare at them and blinked in confusion as they both laughed and asked my parents what My name was.
"His name is Solomon Jehoahaz Abraham," my mother said.
"Oh, just as she had predicted it?" the blond-haired man asked my parents.
"Yes. We want to believe their predictions, so we gave him that name," my father said.
The two men stared at me and I stared at them before Jehoahaz bowed and introduced himself to me.
"Welcome to our world, little prince. I am Jehoahaz and your uncle."
He was my uncle?
Fair enough!
My name was Jehoahaz.
There was no surprise if he was my uncle.
I just wondered which parent of my side they both came from.
"And my name is Abraham. Likewise your uncle and your father's big brother," the blond-haired man, whose name was Abraham, told me that I was wondering which parent.
Fair enough!
So at least I knew that they were both my father's older brothers.
But they didn't see each other at all ... or is it?
I couldn't remember much, because I probably fell asleep in my mother's arms at some point.
It seemed to be a few hours when I woke up and saw myself and my mother lying in another room.
I was in such a ... Tub?
Definitely no longer in my mother's arms.
Also, I no longer wore a towel, but a bodysuit and a small hat on my head.
I was lying on my stomach and there was a pacifier in front of me.
I stared at him before trying to see my mother.
It was damn exhausting to move.
No wonder.
My bones and muscles were all still weak, so I couldn't move at all.
At least I thought.
I couldn't get up, but I could push the pacifier away from my field of vision.
And there I saw my beloved mother.
She read a book as she ate a slice of toast next to it, hitting a large flat screen where only quiet noises could be heard.
When she took the last bite, she looked over at me, placed a bookmark between the pages of the book, what she read, and pulled my tub closer to her bed.
"Hi my little angel. Did you sleep well?" my mother asked me, smiling, taking me out of this tub.
I didn't know?
Had I slept well?
I thought.
Now I lay on her chest again and heard her calm heartbeat.
Ah, so relaxing and so warm.
"Your daddy and uncles are in the process of redesigning your nursery," my mother said, giggly.
"You know, your daddy and I have actually made sure you're going to be a girl. But you became a boy."
Nh?
Didn't my parents know what I was going to be?
"Well, my father told me you were going to be a boy. But I didn't listen to her. I wanted to be surprised. Just like your daddy," my mother giggled.
Her father had told her I was going to be a boy?
And why had she called her father 'her'?
Or did she mean someone else?
So many questions, but none of them could I ask her.
Suddenly a loud growl rang out.
That was my belly.
He was probably hungry, so I first contacted and screamed.
My mother, who probably heard the little snarling, giggled slightly and told me that everything was good.
She buttoned up a few buttons from her inhibition and pressed me slightly on her chest.
Without thinking big, I sucked on it and was easily caressed by my mother.
I felt her looking over me and then heard the door open from the room.
"Oh. You're feeding him right now?" said a man who was my father.
I felt that my mother nodded slightly with her head and then got a kiss from my father.
He stroked me just over my head before he took a chair and sat down with us.
"The room of Solomon is now ready ... Or still has to dry the paint before we can build up the furniture and he can sleep there," my father said to my mother, who took me off her chest and patted me slightly over the back.
"You know, when she tells us that we have a son, we make the room immediately in blue. We had to paint the pink walls white before the blue paint could come on," my father said with a sigh.
I didn't see him, but I could hear that even though he was broken from work, he had a smile on his lips.
"Yes! Sorry," my mother said, giggling.
When I finally came across, my mother pushed me to my father.
He was to take me in his arms so that my mother could clean the breast I had pulled from before and button her inhibition again.
Then he rose from his chair and took me in his arms.
He let himself fall with me again on the chair and looked at me with a strong love.
"You don't have to look like that, Solomon. I know you're standing on it," my father said with a grin.
At the time, I was just staring at my dad and didn't understand what he meant by that.
My mother, on the other hand, does.
For she suddenly turned red in the face and told my father not to say anything like that to his son.
I just didn't know what they meant, but I laughed, or at least I tried when my dad tickled me on the stomach and apologized.
"Did you eat your breakfast?" he asked my mother, playing with my hand.
I always tried to grab his index finger, but I didn't have any grip reflexes.
Completely forgotten.
"Yes. I even ate and drank my cocoa," she said, smiling, lifting up a lid with a plate underneath.
He answered my mother with relief when she asked where Jehoahaz and Abraham were.
"They both quickly became a children's shop with Arba and Ugo. You know, Arba had a gift for a girl and Ugo, he didn't have one, because he's always in the library," my father said simply, waving the hand he had played with me before, and then smiling at me again.
"You're a sweet boy," he said, pressing his cheek against mine, so I squeaked.
"And how did my father react?"
"Well," he began, and laid me back to my mother, and continued, "When I arrived at the palace and made my way to our room, she stood at our bedroom door quite relaxed and grinned at me from the side. 'I said you're going to have a son,' your dad cheekily said to me. Sometimes I regret that he and I became friends..." my father meant to my mother, who then put me in the tub next to her bed, only this time on my back.
Above me was such a mobile, which I stared at in amazement.
"Be happy about it. My father could have just wiped you out when you were depravity," my mother said to my father, who sighed too hard.
He seemed to be hurt.
What is a depravity?
"Yes. I am also very happy about that. So I was able to stare at a new life together with you and my brothers."
I heard that he rose from his seat and went to me.
"And with you, of course," he said to me with a smile.
I stared at him.
I didn't understand what he meant and I wanted to know.
But I couldn't talk or make gestures.
I then heard the door opening slowly.
I couldn't see who was coming in, but I heard two familiar voices and two new ones.
When the four who came into the room gathered around my bed, I recognized Jehoahaz and Abraham.
The other two, however, did not.
"Oh my holy God! He looks so cute!" squealed the brunette hairy woman, who wore her hair in two braids.
The other had light blue hair and silver glasses in front of his golden eyes.
I stared at both of them, who approached me with a warm smile.
"What is his name?" the man asked my parents, so Jehoahaz answered them.
"His name is Solomon. Solomon Jehoahaz Abraham." he said with pride.
"Jehoahaz Abraham? Why does he have your names?" asked they my uncles, who looked at each other somehow confused and nervous.
"Um, well ... My name is Jehoahaz Abraham, so I thought my son should be called that," my father laughed nervously.
"While it is understandable why it is called only ... We're still asking for an answer as to why you have the names of your adopted brothers, David," the woman said, urging him.
But my father just laughed nervously and held up his hands.
Adopted brothers?
Oh, that's why they didn't look like that, I thought.
"It doesn't matter why. Imagine my son. He looks quite confused," my mother said, so everyone looked at me.
She wasn't entirely wrong.
I was really confused, but much more confused, why my father and uncles were so nervous about these questions and didn't give a reasonable answer.
Then the two new faces came to my bed and smiled at me again.
"Hi young master! I am Arba and I will be your servant later!" imagined my future servant, whose name was Arba.
"And I am Uraltugo. But you may call me Ugo, my prince. By the way, if you want to know about other species, you can come to me at any time." introduced the man, who was called Uraltugo.
I don't know why, but these names Ugo and Arba seemed strangely familiar to me.
So I stared at them first and then smiled, trying to make someone aware that I wanted to be taken up.
However, I remained in the tub ...
At some point they gave me the little gifts they bought me extra and went back in the evening.
Except my father.
He stayed by my mother's and my side until the next morning.
My mother was already asleep deep and tight while my father was sitting on a chair standing next to her and my bed, reading a book and lifting me out of the tub when I screamed because I was getting wet.
He made the light on the changing chest as quietly as it was, put the heat light bulb in a pleasant light and warmth for me, then put me on it and cleaned me.
I felt he was a little scared to clean me up.
But, he quickly found the turn as it goes.
He was probably a very quick thinker.
Maybe my father just stayed longer with my mother and me so that my mother could just sleep.
No wonder!
She had also given birth to a child a few hours ago.
The fact that the man responsible wants to be able to rest his wife is truly honorable.
When I was back in a fresh diaper, my father, with me in his arms, sat on his chair and swept me to sleep.
Even before I fell asleep, I heard what my father said to me.
"I am so glad that you have resurfaced in my life. I promise you that I will love you, protect you, and simply be a better father for you than I was many, many decades ago, in an old world, not for you." he whispered in my ear.
I stared at him again, saw a few tears creeping away from his eyes, and then fell asleep in his arms.
A few days later, my father took my mother and me home.
Although I was just an infant, I remember getting in a carriage that sent us to a magnificent palace.
I felt a rough foreboding of what to expect in this palace.
But at the time I had no idea that this feeling I had in my young years, and this one person I felt in the palace, would be encountered at the age of 5 and it would accompany me for the long life.