The day my mother gave birth to me, my father ignored everyone's objections and insisted on performing a seven-step poem to name me. Unexpectedly, just after taking the third step, an embroidered shoe flew out of the delivery room and hit him squarely on the head. At the moment when he cried out in pain, I fell to the ground. It is said that the cry was so loud that three kilograms of dust fell from the beams.
