I know this story from the day I saw light through the woman my mother is. Father never knew I was communicating with mother from the day he met her in the oviduct and accompanied her down to the placenta. the day her body begun to change shape and emotions. I love that for I begun to send mother on errands she was not used to. More visits to the toilet. More eats of things she used to hate. In most cases she listened. In a few incidences she decided to go against my ideas, she became sick. I felt sorry for her when she disobeyed my instructions. Especially when she vomit after eating things I disliked. Maybe that is the reason why from the day I was born they called me mudhara.