The first thing I remember, I was sitting on my father's feet, my father was sitting on the ground, I looked into my father's eyes and said, "Dad, I saw God." My father said: What does it look like? I said it is white and round and big, too big. He probably said in his heart at that moment that he was fantasizing
This was true, I was a fantasist from the beginning, from the day my mom left home and I used to hug and sleep with the same god I told my dad, I told him my secrets, for example, that my mom comes to school and sees me. sends heavy curses to my aunts and my father
