Praise be to the Lord
I am his loyal servant. I am his mouthpiece.
I was born on the cold and quiet afternoon of the 28th. My parents were full of joy awaiting my arrival, only to be disappointed that I had arrived one day early. I was to share my birth with the feast of the Archangels. I was meant to be a boy. I brought great shame to my family. I wanted to tell them it was not my fault. Their disappointment only grew, for I could not speak.
