Child: Mother, from where did I come?
Mother: Oh, Naughty you! What prompts such a question.
Child: Mother, why am I here?
Mother: You are here because we love you, silly, your father and I.
Child: Mother, I don’t understand this world.
Mother: Child, you have a long way to go, you will understand life as you go.
Child: But what if I don’t want to go?
Mother: What’s come over you? You sound like your father.
Child: Because I ask questions?
Mother: Look, child, I don’t have time for this.
Child: You never have time for anything, all you do is put color and powder on your face.
Mother: If you don’t stop this now I’m gonna have to tell your father.
Child: go ahead.
Father: Hey there, child, your mother filled me in on your nonsense.
Child: Father, I was just asking questions.
Father: Yea, stupid questions.
Child: How can you bring someone to this world and not attend to him?
Father: We love you, son, and you know that.
Child: Then answer me, why am I here? What’s my purpose in this world?
Mother: Oh, I so didn’t prepare for this!
Father: How should we answer the poor boy?
Child: Mum, dad, I’m scared.
Father: Son, you know, not all our questions can be answered.
Child: But why? I thought there’s a reason for everything. I just don’t see any point in life.
Father: Life is full of surprises, son, and you have to live to witness the surprises.
Child: It looks much like a surprise that I’m here, in this world. Always I feel there could be another world.
Mother: Oh My! What’s come over you, kiddo?
Father: Son, what other world?
Child: I just feel there’s something different from this reality. There’s got to be.
Father: And have you been to this other reality? Like in your dreams?
Child: Never mind, dad, you think I’m joking.
Father: No, son, I just want to be clear on things.
Child: Father, am I in a dream right now? Is that why I’m asking you foreign questions?
Father: No, son, this is reality.
Child: What’s the difference between reality and dream, father?
Father: What do you mean, son?
Child: When I dream, it feels as real as now. Then why is dream any less real than what we call reality?
Father: Son, you are asking too deep questions.
Child: So I’m not meant to ask these questions? Is it a crime, dad?
Father: No, it’s not a crime, but if you keep on this path, it’s gonna tear you up.
Child: Father, do you really care or you don’t just want to lose me?
Father: Son, what has come over you? Of course I care, your mother and I love you so much.
Child: That’s all you guys ever talk about, love. I’m gonna make coffee now.
Father and Mother: Son…