When my parents divorced when I was two years old, I knew that my mother loved me the most. The children in kindergarten said that I had no father, and they beat me. I fought back in order to prevent my mother from being sad. When I thought I was happiest, she died, and she also told me: "You are God, you have to grow up. You want to be at the top of the world."
Not long after I committed suicide, I saw my mother in a white place, and she said...