Before I was born, I met God, and I said to God,

    “Can you protect me while I am in the world?”

    “I can’t, child.”

    “What should I do? I’ll die.”

    “Don’t worry, kid. I’ll let two angels protect you.”

    “Where will they be?”

    “Behind you, my child.”

    “What do they look like? What are their names?”

    “They have no names, but, child, you can call them parents.”

    “They will protect you in silence, support you, but they are not good at expressing their love and emotions. Sometimes, they will make you angry, even scold you, but they are the people who love you the most in the world.”