Never Alone

120 days after conception, he began to feel existence. He did not know where or what or how he got there. All he knew was that something was going on. He did not question anything. All he did was follow the order and way of instinct. Every day, something was happening to him, and every week, he grew bigger and bigger with more and more sensibilities. He was warm, safe, and felt happy. His mother knew of him, but he has not yet come to know her until he began to hear a voice, and that voice was a humming to him. He began to feel a touch with the sound of his mother's voice. He knew something outside of him existed. He couldn't see anything but that feeling he got everytime his mother sang sent a vibration down his spine. He felt something strange. It was magical, and it must have been love. He could not speak but using his heart, he connected to the other heart not so far away from his. He and his mother bonded everyday using their hearts electro magnetic field. A language not of words but of feeling. His mother sang and he felt, she loved him so very much and he knew love but not what it was and did not yet understand that he was the lover who loved and was loved.