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THE POWER OF VOICE.

They say that love makes the world go round! At every stage of your life, you're in love with something or somebody. When you're a newborn, you're in love with the sound of your own voice. You don't believe me? A new-born doesn't know anything, how can it know about love? Well, yeah I guess, I'm just beginning to understand things. I know that I have to go a long way from here. But, does that mean that I don't know anything? Wrong . I know the sound of my voice. After-all that's the only thing that I hear and I'm comfortable with (other than my mom and dad's voice, of course).

I remember the day I was born. I mean, how could I forget it? It was just two days ago, wasn't it? Well, coming back to me oh I was so annoyed! There I was, cocooned in a soft and cozy womb - not a care in the world, floating around in that sticky gooey stuff. Did you say that stuff has a name? Seriously, why would you tell me that? How does it matter to me?

As I was saying, I was snug and happy in my world and they pull me out can you believe it? Those ruthless people! Where do they get off pulling me out of my safety zone? That was the first time that I heard my voice. I screamed at the top of my voice and they laughed I'm not kidding you, they actually laughed! Boy was I mad at them! But, I just got a glimpse of my lung capacity and I was very pleased at that. They called me a screamer, but something about that voice I just fell in love with it!

They cleaned me, and put this weird thing in my nose and sucked some more gooey stuff out of it. Let me tell you, if you just opened your eyes and there are all sorts of weird people sucking things out of you, you are not gonna like it! I was no exception! So, I decided to test my sweet sounding voice some more. I howled and even kicked a little bit. It felt great and for the first time I realized that there was more space around me. I love my mom and everything, but I gotta tell you towards the end, I barely could touch anything without hitting something.

So, they cleaned me, put me on some sort of hard thing and waited, probably to hear me howl some more. Hey, I told you, I sound great and they wanted to keep hearing that again. Anyways, after a great deal of fuss and switching me over from one place to another, they gently put me in somebody's arms. By that time, I was getting pretty tired of being switched around, and you guessed it I opened my mouth to let out another one of those melodies. But, this was different,

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