The one who cries

It was 2003 in the cold December at around midnight.A child was born not in hospitals but in rural village located deep inside thick forest and it was called as Nimtola. Lal starts to worry about his wife who was about to add a soul in that land, "God please help my wife" he prayed. After a while a baby starts to cry then he gets inside and sees a baby boy crying in his mothers hand. "Congratulation my dear, you have become a father of a son"congratulated Lal by his mother.He quickly goes near his mother and look at the eyes of new born baby. Mother was looking at his grandson and suddenly some drops of water began to fall on her hand, when she looked up it was his son whose eye was filled with tears of happiness and showering her hands with it.The mother tells Lal to hold his son and she goes outside to get some water."May I look at him please" said Marry, Lal gives the child in her hand and he kissed Marry softly on her forehead thanking her."Look at his face he looks just like you and look at his eyes and lips, when will the days come when we can hear mom and dad from him? How will be his voice?"Marry spoke to Lal."I don't know how will be his voice only god knows but i do know that his voice will be as beautiful as yours.Tomorrow i am going to buy some sweets for you and our neighbor too."They talked and exchanged their feelings while it was about to get morning. This is the story how I was born. You might be thinking how did I know how I was born.The events were narrated by my granny when I was having some troubles in my life. Let's see what was that trouble.