Yes. [The snow and ice don't know empathy or the cries of a small child. His parents (?) had at least wrapped him in blankets, which kept him alive until his Master found him.]

I don't think my parents could help it. [And he doesn't blame them.]

I was blessed! I was told my Master spoiled me in those early days.

[He had drank goat's milk and slept in the same room as her.]

No, I would never be a liar. Even if I tried, I think I would fail.