A few months before my mom gave birth; she went to visit her physician and had her first ultrasound. My fathers heart jumped a mile when he saw the screen. He was so caught up right then and there that he almost bawled. It was a riveting experience hearing and seeing the baby inside my moms womb.
It was February 20, 1990, Friday night when suddenly she felt something dreadful, she was about to give birth. My grandparents and my dad decided to bring her to the hospital. As soon as my aunts and uncles received the news that my mom had given birth they bolted out of their house and went straight to the hospital. They name the baby Orfhat, it was named after the big and rich industry in India during the 18th century and was also named after the wealthy princess in India.
In the midst of the noisy talks of my family, I was turned over to my mother. I can say that life inside the womb is different from life after birth. It was quite different from the security after birth, where I was the only attention getter, being one among the crowd of the family, and I was treated like a princess. Years after, secured in the warmth of my mother I was turned over to my teachers. Then I slowly learned my ABC and proudly counted my 123 here in Ateneo.
Being a part of this family is pretty much like being Cinderella - Have faith in your dreams, and someday, your rainbow will come smiling through. No matter how impossible your dream is, if you keep on believing, the dreams that you wish will come true. And my parents were the best and most wonderful dream I could ever wish for.
Okay, this was one of our requirements in literature. (1st qtr). just bear with me, coz im bored. haha funny though. I know right?
