First, a ball of angelic gas will call you Child.
Soon after, a hall of sunny woods will call you Friend.
Eventually, a speck of pink moribund tissue will come to call you Lover. You will call this speck of pink moribund tissue regrettable things that your Heart does not actually mean.
From that shaky bond, a river of new blue blood will flow, and that river shall call you Parent. You shall call this river whatever you like.
And then a rectangle in the earth will solemnly accept you.