It was the heavy afternoon on 11th May 2012 and the journey of nine months was about to come to an end.
A loving young mother rolling on the floor for pains of delivery. Being a strong and virteous woman tried to endure the pains.
This is the same nine month journey that made her slump in the hospital when she received the sudden news that the father of her unborn child has just being hospitalised due to a terrible accident. But as God will have it, she jacked back to life and few months later her husband was discharged.
Not long after, it was 11th May we all could not wait to see the result. As we had being so scared to scan the pregnancy to know it's gender.
The fear of "what if it's a girl again gripped us and we all stayed back to wait for nine months.
And when the due date approached, we could not wait.
A woman wailing for pains but also trying to be strong woman was my mum.
After few minutes in the labour room, behold a cry of a baby, we all rushed to know the gender..and we all leap for joy when we discovered it was a bouncy baby boy.
My father was the happiest man on earth likewise us.
From that day, our story change, my mum was no longer tagged as the woman who gives birth to just one gender.
That boy became our pride, I mean I can boast I have a brother.
He stole the heart of everyone.
Not until one day in 2018, we all got involved in a fire accident and we were all rushed to the hospital.
Despite my pains, I struggle to beg him to be strong, I promised him his favourite toy.
But a week laterðŸ˜
My brother left the hospital without my noticed, he slept and refuse to wake up.
Ever since then, 11th May which was always the happiest day of our life became a day of remembrance and tears.
I wished we could turn back the hand of time ðŸ˜.