I Cried for the Very First Time

The rays of the sun was about to seep through darkness when suddenly I felt like there's something that was forcing me out. It was 5:00 in the morning when I felt that urge. Hours had passed, 6, 7, 8, and 9:00 a.m. when I was able to kick a 'lil more. Yes, there was blood but it was just so light. I waited for two hours until 11:00 a.m. when I felt that quick touch on the surface of my blanket. I really wanted to leave this idle place I've been lying for 9 months now. I moved a little closer to that soft surface, taking all the effort I could get to push myself out. Alas! I was able to kick so strong that seems to be a "water bag". I was filled with blood all over my tender body, and I was wishing to escape from it so soon.

There was a force helping me out to go through with the push and pull motion. I don't know from where it came from, but all I wanted then was to get rid of the bloody scene I'm into. Few minutes have passed when at last I was able to slide down as guided by Dr. Tanchuling. It was 1:40 p.m. as shown in the clock when I finally realized that the nine months of being with my mom's womb was over. An overwhelming cry echoed in the room, letting mom understand what I really wanted to tell her, "Thank you mommy!"