The memories tell that when I was born, a mild rain was poured out of the sky, mixing the aromas of lime, roses, jasmine and lavender. Fragrances worthy of the day when the mother of God is born. The memories also say that I did not cry much at birth, which made the attendees at birth to think that I must have good memories of my past life and therefore I do not cry when I came here this time. You were already born and you expected me somewhere ahead in the time where we were going to meet.
I was born in the body of a woman, and many commented that this is a bad luck. Bad luck, which meant I would not have the saying about many things in many places in the human world. You would have decided everything for me. Everybody found that my little woman’s body, was fascinating in its innocence, and that was something that everybody would repeat through all my life. I was supposed to be charming and innocent. Otherwise, you had prepared your punishments for me. I could not become your heiress. My female body was not worthy enough to inherit your wealth. I usually inherit your poverty, and then someone buys me for very little money.
No one asked me whether I agree with this injustice.
I grew up. I was learning to speak, but nobody listened to me. Everybody was saying how charming I was. Everyone wanted to touch my hair, my face. My body did not belong to me. I could not do what I wanted with it. I could not offer it to the man I loved because you had your plans for me and my body.
And you exchanged my young body for money to men that I did not love. But that did not matter to you.
You did not know that I was born to be God's mother.