Dear Lu,
I saw you playing by yourself in the back garden of your home much more often than the Front door where most of the children were play. I also did hear your heart beating from inside of a big long drainage pipe. It moved from one end to the other. I noticed the heartbeat went a bit crazy half way, but you made it.
Actually, It was before you stepped onto the world, some how you made your birth in an unnormal way. 28 years late I read your birthday poem, It's like this:
The crying sounds broke the silence because I am a human being, the birth card must have my foot print on it, because I am I am.
Well, Lu, today how would you write it If you do? let me have a guess.
Crying is the way to say a big hi to those serious Aunts and uncles wearing funny ,white smock. The foot print is my first piece of art for my parents and sisters and brother. Am I right.Lu? I know sometime how you feel.but most of the time I see that you are happy where you are ,staying away from the crowds, on your own track. Aren't you? that's because I made you all with each individual destination. No,No, Lu, don't try to figure this out, to be frank, you can't. Neither any of you.

Speak to you soon.

The God