Sometimes I wonder how many persons reside within us.

We have learned to love our children thousands of years after we have been promoted to homo sapiens.

The easy smiles and the sudden cry and the careless movement and words not matured and all these childlike are treasures that do fill our home with invaluable joy. We love them instantly and we like to remain serious to look after them and to groom them so that they do not find themselves unprepared when they grow up within a few years.

Again, we beat them cruelly and just snatch all pleasures from them once and after one divorce throw them or leave them alone. We do send them to toil and earn when their hands are tender and hearts are green and even enslave them and destroy the little dream they do develop against all odds. We even force them to sex with us and bleed them and greet them with alms. And we even drop bombs over them even they are in a hospital to receive any medical treatment and we even slaughter them.

And we forget what we do and they are children, fresh and loving.

Sometimes I wonder how many persons reside within one.