the night i at first almost restlessly. the calculation of baby's mom and her family challenged me, forced me to notice them. they r all cheap service and essentially prostitutes. they tried hard to encompass baby with what he felt satisfied and hindered him from any truth into his view, including the truth that his dad loving him and he is a man, the Son, not a demon nor a female like theirs. they tried to band and burdened baby and me with the superficial moral of family to prevent their evils judged in time, their dark and dirty cage to burned in fire of condemned on the day of cleanse. i also got in view that my mother in home town also exerted the same trick in the passed years when i too young to let me keep distance from my grand father almost all of his life, except when i was first time trapped in asylum in home town, when my grand dad got a chance to visit me in the asylum and brought a bowl of strewed yellow beans, whose tastiness i never forgot, and let me see the deep love of my grand father on me. in most of my life so far i was covered and suffocated by my mother's soft and sweat words and treats, including delicacies, to let me forgot my dad's contribution to our family. she, in family name Hu, like ema and her mother, r evils cost other's lives to meet end of theirs. they r demons, and demons that bring original sin upon us, the demon costed Jesus on the cross.
after seeing that i saw God's mercy and his