Before he reached one year age his father died.
At five his mother found difficult to rise her three children, and she imagined an internate would be the solution for at least one of them, the younger.
She could hardly imagine the Divine Mother claimed the child for Herself.
He found himself alone in an alien environment, severed from his dear ones and his mother. Knowing not to whom appeal for solace and comfort he started to call his Divine Mother for help.
That Sunday they took him to the church, it happened his seat was by a statue of the Divine Mother.
She was wearing black robes, had tear drops on her cheeks and seven silver swords nailed in her heart.
He stared at her insistently.
How he understood her pain!
She had lost her son... he had lost his mother... they were communed in their pain...
While staring her, he silently said: "Little Mother... how I wish to take those swords off of your heart"...
He faintly remember it, but it looked like as a golden ray had sprang forth the heart of the Mother and touched his little heart, as suddenly he felt a lightness
replace the heaviness of his heart.
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