My mom and dad used to tell me way before that I was their Miracle baby, that I was really precious to them and they loved me so much.
She said that before I was fortunately born, She and my dad had been through a lot of pain and struggle, especially her who had experienced literal pain in all aspects.
When she got first pregnant, the baby was supposedly a boy and be named Alexander Jose V. Ruiz, which was to be my kuya, if he had just lived.
The thought of having their first baby boy made my parents excited very very much.
Until the day of labor came, it was on the 5th of July at the Hospital of Sanitarium. My dad was holding my mom's hand to give her a little more courage to push the baby. She screamed and pushed as hard as she could to release the baby and there it was the little angel who came out and my mom got unconscious.
My dad was really happy to see the baby, but all of a sudden, the nurses went worrying, " What's wrong?" my dad nervously asked, "the baby isn't crying, he supposed to be crying." the nurse said, "Mr. Ruiz we are requesting you to go outside the delivery room please and wait for the results, we will do our very best to save the baby." the doctor added, "oh my God! my baby, what's happening to him, oh please Doc save him please, God I don't know what to do." and my dad started crying.
When my mother found out about the baby, she had gone depressed, well unfortunately both of them got depressed that they almost separated.
Until my dad realized that separating will never be the solution to everything, in lieu, he did his best to save their marriage because he loved her very much and had convinced my mother to move in to Canada to at least, lessen her pain and depression.
At first, my mom refused and never did bother my dad, but when she was slightly back on track, she decided to go and live a new life with dad who also had a new assigned work at Canada.
Their first two years in Canada was quite vague. But after a year, they got the hope and courage to start again and promised to be better than before.
So finally I was formed, but before I even got out, there had been several complications happened, that made my parents really scared once more. But the doctor told them not to worry because, thank God, caesarian delivery was already discovered and was also the only way.
So that's it, I was out from my mother's delicate womb through caesarian. And congratulations! the even more good news was that, I cried and I had lived by the Grace of God.
Izabella Hope V. Ruiz born on the 20th of November, 1997. The name Hope was already prepared when they found out that mom's pregnant, since it was all because of hope and faith. And then added Izabella when they knew I was a girl.
That's why It crossed my mind that I should have never even wondered how they become so over-protective and, for not letting me stay in Canada alone. I had never separated from them ever since, and apparently I got sort of spoiled from them but ain't too much brat, I was close to the both of them *don't ask why*, and I was a little bit of a party girl but I was an honor student at Canada so yeah, I called it , Only- Child Perks.
When I was still at Toronto, we seldom visit Philippines, maybe like once a year, so that was the main reason why I had not get too close to my relatives and had not been able to learn their native language.
My mom, Jackielyn Villanueva-Ruiz, 38, was the former head secretary in a certain company in Canada, who was born and raised at Iligan City, it's located in Mindanao, a Majestic City of Waterfalls, the second largest Island of the three main islands of the Philippines.
She was tall and had a long natural brown hair, which I thank-goodness inherited, she got a beautiful fair skin unlike mine, who had a flawless natural tan skin, which I got from my father's. She loved to cook, clean and dance, and I admired her very much.
On the other hand, my dad, Mike Ruiz, 40 , who was from Cagayan de Oro, an abundant city in Mindanao not too far from Iligan City. He was an avid, like super avid fan of NBA, he graduated Architecture and so he worked as an Architect in Toronto, and he was the main reason behind me being spoiled and I didn't wanna blame him, as a matter of fact I loved it. He agreed to everything I asked, well except from asking to stay in Canada though.
Well, above all, They were all supportive, oblivious and all.
And here was me, a book-worm who loved neutral colors, travelling and partying, easily got bored and a piece-of-cake moody. I had a boyfriend once, but he was a douche-bag so I dumped him, *trust me, It was the best thing to do* and I didn't know if I was looking forward to again, but I got err- a feeling about this camping? so like Char! *the word Char was an expression used here in Iligan City and I liked it*
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Hi! Since I got nothing else to do inside my boarding house, So I grabbed the opportunity to publish the 2nd Chapter of this story. And here it is! Yay :)
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