Father gave birth to me with great love. I am the little children. The father was carrying had been taught to enter the water feeding care goodies of my father. My relationship with the father not to separate from each other, even through the rain to pass through the hot air coming few seasons in the thin fiber is any absence from each other. Father that kept shady shelter protect our mind waiting. We are like a romance. Stars, the moon a little of his father and does not love any time Is greater than the love of the father as long as eternity