Greeting Wishes For New Born

Identity

us a number. We identified, through a series of numbers. We do not have proper names and our features than can be remembered sometimes. For the rest we are reduced to numbers. The number of cot when we are born. That we / the child / that weighed 2.79 pounds was born one month premature. We are our shoe size, height and reach us until the keep and then maybe go down a few inches.

We are not students, but numbers of freshman, the average rating that we have collected, sometimes deserved, and it does not matter if after a 4 and 5 we were able to take a 6.5 and a 7 by virtue of having understood and to be improved, because the media there and then we nailed a 5.625 to reject. Then they said we should not study for the vote ... We reduced the total number of credits you have accumulated with the university exams and despite we are a very good academic degree mark, which stops at 109.

We used the no. 390 / b that every morning and every evening his record company's presence swiping the badge on the machine and are related to the number of the health care card or bank account or credit card or the amount of that account. Our name & surname disappears behind the salary so that those become famous man or woman of 45 million € U.S. dollars pounds or yen. We are not the drivers 'license numbers but it' customers to be served but the number 76 at the counter of the post as that of cold cuts.

We are the number of calories we eat and we are trying to consume.

We are the patient's room number 4 bed number 6. We are our index of cholesterol or number of red blood cells or hematocrit or hemoglobin level.

We are the shoe size nr. 42 or 48. We belong to a certain%, related to a certain value.

nomeecognome even when we do not have sports, we are the swimmer in lane 4, we are not even the players or the full-backs but the number 3, not even the skiers but the bib 18 and less motorcyclists but 9 times world champion or the number 46.

We are our age that makes us like it or not.
Or, if you do not accept, we are the canticchiante and dancing shit of the world [cit.].