Mother: Hmm?

Boy: What do you mean, you don’t know?

Mother: You tell me, you tell me what you always tell me.

Boy: I picked you; I picked you.

Mother: Yeah. I picked me what?

Boy: …I picked you when I was with God; Mother: Yeah. …and you were my mommy before. In my past life.

Mother: Yeah. So, why do we have… why do we have to come back to this life again? Why do you think?

Boy: Because God wants us to know something. It is very important…

Mother: Look at me.

Boy: … and if we don’t know what to do our life again. (Repeats)

Mother: What else? Why do we have to do our life again? Because God said so?

Boy: Aha because we didn’t know the thing that God wanted us to know.

Mother: How does he know that we don’t know?

Boy: Because he knows everything we do and everything we don’t do.

Mother: Yeah? How did you say that he knows? What happens?

Boy:  If you don’t do what God wants you to know, then you just do your life again. You keep on doing it all over; your life all over and over and over until you get it right.

Mother: Oh! How did you say God know this? Wasn’t God asking you something?

Boy: Aha, God was asking me something when I was praying. (END)