So, my life started at this day, my mom said that I was big this day, because Filipino babies are meant to be small.
Well, I turned out to be a big baby, my mom also said that people used to call me "monster baby." Don't think its mean, its better than, "Gigantic baby."
I don't know much about this life,but, I did know a tragic story on this day.
My mom said, that a woman next room down, had triplets, they kept crying and crying and wouldn't stop. The woman, tried everything she could to make them stop crying, but they wouldn't. Finally when they did stop crying, she found out they weren't sleeping, they died.
Its a tragic story.
But, at least I survived, not all babies survive the Philippines...
I'm kidding.
Next chapter, we're skipping to a few years.
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The Story of My Life
Não FicçãoIts just the story of my life Warning: Has depression and suicidal thoughts. Read at your own risk.