AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I'm falling -gasp- huh?! And then I am able to open my eyes, I can feel the softness beneath me. Wait, this is not my room.

Where am I? It's very windy and bright in here, am I in the hospital? As I look around me the place is full of life and transparent in harmonious living. Are they flying over there? Are those angels? They look like angels to me, not that I know how they really look but to what I think they look--they look like angels to me. It's also serene here and it seems peaceful.

"My dear you are awake now," the old man with a bruise on his feet and marks on his palms is talking to me.

"Yes-yes, could you please tell me where I am?"

"You are in heaven," and as he said those words it repeated to my mind for 4 more times...

YOU ARE IN HEAVEN

YOU ARE IN HEAVEN

YOU ARE IN HEAVEN

"I.. I am in heaven? Sorry?"

"Ah lovely child, you may repeat it to yourself as many times as you want."

He knows! He knows I am repeating the words. I AM IN HEAVEN. IS THIS REAL?

"Yes, this is real."

And he answers my question too. A question that is in my head, how does he do tha----- and my eyes widen, "are you Jesus?"

He smiles and ask me to, "walk with me and let us talk."

We walk step by step, oh and I think we are walking on white puffs of these are clouds. Astounding!

"Am I dead?" I half-whispered.

"Before we go there, let's watch this video and afterwards introduce me yourself my child."

We stop in our tracks and sit on a forest-like bench with butterflies around us. It's a video of a couple young and sweet to each other, they resemble my parents. They got married and the woman's giving child to a baby, there are so many white sheets and blood, there's the umbilical cord, there's...the looks of that baby is too familiar to me. That's me. And of course the woman is my mother and they are indeed my parents and they are giving birth to me.

Another video is shown to me and there we are in our house, they are always up late at night to change my diapers or hum me to sleep, or take care of other things like clean something and secure the house. My mother is stitching or embroidering, she's also cross-stitching, it's a work of art. My father is working and cooking.

"Now my child, tell me a bit about yourself."

"I am Aeary Janessa Zeugirdor, the eldest in our family, they said that I dance in my sleep whenever my father plays music, I like to sleep and to eat, and I laugh cheekily."

"You are. Let's watch another video."

The next video that plays shows how tired they are of waking in the middle of the night to know what I need and they are working very hard both at home and for our financial needs.

"Now you are working are you not?"

"Yes, I do."

"Tell me my dear, if your parents are sick do you take care of them?"

"Sometimes I cook for them, sometimes well I--," and that's when it hit me. Is this the reason why I am here? To reminisce and reflect? "most of the time I ignore them because I think that they can handle themselves but I worry too much when they are not ok."

"You are aware that your parents do not get any younger, are you not?"

"Yes, I am aware. Very much aware."

"Tell me my dear, do you spend time with them even if you are already working now?"

"Sometimes but yes. I treat them too when I got my first paycheck."

"It is good that you remember them."

"Are you aware of all their sacrifices?"

"No but I know plenty of it."

"You were a happy baby, it was shown in the videos."

"I agree. I do not know what happened I know I was an active baby and full of energy, I like when people smile and laugh because of me, my parents adore me even if they have problems, I adore myself, I adore them, I am fine with everything and then... I do not know...."

"Take a deep breath my child. Go on slowly. Do not let your emotions get the best of you."

I am talking slower as we talk more and more about my birth, it was dull for me because I do not remember much but I remember plenty little details to talk with him and our conversation is just going as we are also going with our walk.