MAY 16, 1985

They thought I was a boy. But I wasn't. I was even greater than a boy. My mother is not healthy. So my doctors decided to take the nine pound baby girl out of her mother's womb surgically at exactly nine fifty in the evening. I brought smile to my grandparents because I was the first grandchild of the family, even though I was not expected and out of the plan. I am my mom's biggest sacrifice to be considered. She was about to finish college as an educator but I came. There were no mistakes done. I was a blessing. I was a gift.

I started eating rice when I was six months old.

I started walking when I was eight months old.

I started talking when I was one.

I started going to school when I was four.

I started doing things earlier at my age.

I transferred schools six times.

I was bullied by my classmates when I was twelve.

I got my period when I was fourteen.

I was almost kicked out of my school when I was sixteen

I almost died when I was eighteen.

I stopped smoking when I was twenty one.

And now, I am already twenty two years old. I thank everyone who made me cry, smile, laugh, eat, sleep, inspire, and all the things that I've done in the past twenty one years.

My 22nd birthday started with a bunch of greetings from my family, friends, relatives and people whom I haven't seen in ages. Turned out that I'm still remembered even though my presence is not clearly felt in times. Thanks guys. :]