I was an in-born baby. I had a problem once with one of my organs in the reproductive system and in my late childhood, it was treated in surgery where we went to different hospitals just to find an available doctor who knows how to do surgery on it. I was also a sick boy during my early days. I always had a cold, cough, fever, rashes that clothed my whole body and face and mumps where my mother pasted some violet thing on my face. I also had dengue where I saw my mother crying when told by the doctor, and injured my arm playing basketball.

Those sick days that I have experienced, my mother was always there to the rescue, sacrificing things just to ensure I get better. How did I deserve to have a mother that loves me so much?