I never forget to thank God for creating me. Yeahh, it's me with all my dreams. The real me with all excess and weakness.
Ich vergesse nie, Gott zu bedanken, um mich in der Welt zu verursachen Yeahh, das bin ich mit meine Traume. Das bin ich mit alle Starke und Schwäche
29 June 1988, in a small residence called Pare, for the first time i opened my eyes and took a breath. WELCOME TO THE WORLD!, i heard all people around laughing and it was strange coz i heard one of them crying and smiling at the same time. Who's that?, i asked in my heart. Then i heard God's whispering, "She's your angel, call her simply Mom. You won't be here without her". She's Mom, my Mom. I wanted to call her, but i couldn't spell it. I just cried loud and loud. That day, i promise in my heart that the word 'Mom' would be the first word i spelt by the time i could do it.
The only one i felt was warm and comfort. All people around me enlightened me with smile, more over my mom who didn't let me loose from her lap. She tried to speak to me, to greet me and introduce her self to me. And she touched me warmly, hugged me lovely.
All people in this word starts their life from the smallest from called family, from the most wonderful person called MOM ;)