It's been more than 20 years since the last time i felt my mommy warm touch. it doesnt mean that she never gave me a slight-warm-touch recently, but i do miss the moment when i was inside her. fragile but she was there, keep me warm. fed me, took care of me, didnt want me get hurt. she still do the same thing now, though. but, it's different. she made a protection arround me. she protected me, she put me really close to her heart, maybe those days she thought that i was her heart. i don't know, why she delivered me to the world. she knew (knows) that life sometime isnt easy, although there are also joyous moment. she let me go, she opened the protection that she made. she let me to know wat life is. she knows i will get hurt, i bet, but she did it. she wanted me to got out of my protected shell. because, that what life is. get out from your very-very-very-warm-protected-place. THE SHELL face the world, face it! meet stranger. wandering to another place. get lose. get hurt...