The 12oz. baby!!!

My father stopped working because he had to attend my mother in the hospital! He was always there for my mother! All his time were just rolling around on my mother's situation! I was left for granted! No one checked my studies if I still went to school or not! I lost interest on schooling that time! While my mother was fighting death, my father was hopeless, me and my brother just roamed around from my grandparent's who were also busy that time traveling and meetings (labor union, sort of ) to my aunt's (my mother's sister) and to friends! We rather climb the mountains with other kids and picked guavas, my brother looked for spiders - the lame one, than going to school! I remember, our house became our playing ground that time! My friends like there because there were still lots of goodies in our store. We even do cooking using cans and wasting rice! You know..children!!!

It was a miracle! The baby came out alive but 50-50. He was just as little as the 12oz cola, with wrinkled skin and so tiny legs! He was incubated.., our family just counting the days until when he can survive! While in the other hand, my mother didn't make it! The doctor already shook his head and said sorry to my father and proclaimed my mother as dead!

But why she's still with us until now??? alive and kicking??? The amazing story will be in the next page;) See you then!