I hear 'voices' since I'm six (years old)'

[sure]

I remember the day my father came back from a soccer-match. 'They' carried him out of 'the field'. He was severly injured, and it was my third birthday. "Hey, father, it's my birthday, don't cry anymore!" The crying stopped. But I had a bad headache suddenly. Had he cried into me?

Four years later - still with this bad headache - I found this book. An all sad novel from eastern europe in which a child has been transformed into a tree.    I swore to myself that it's never allowed again to read such sad books! In that moment, a warm 'voice' appeared through my headache, saying: "Become an authour ! Fithteen years later, i started with literature, and 'the voice' became a nurse. sure