I can’t tell you my name, but you just can call me Mr Cruzzo. I was born on the 7th of April 1990 at Hospital Lahad Datu, Sabah. I had great time when I was a kid. With 1 brother and 2 sisters who are older than me, my life was more than perfect.My mom worked as a bank accountant while studying. My father was doing his business back then and I can see that he got lots of profits from that (with a very big house complete with maids to take care 4 of us). My mom and dad were very busy that they hired us with several of maids to take good care of us every day. All of us were very naughty; none is excluded from the oldest daughter to the youngest son (me) =). Very naughty that we made our maids to give up and quit just after one month looking after the 4 of us. So, yeah, we change our maids every month. LOl. I still remember the day when we used to steal Langsat and an ‘Om’ (black men from Indonesia) chased us with his Parang (Samurai). Haha.. It was a perfect moment in a life time.
My mom told us that actually we got 2 older brothers and 1 older sister. But all of them couldn't make it just after they saw skies and lands. All three of my dearly loved brothers and sister were born at premature ages. Mom delivered Samuel, the oldest when he was still 5 month. He managed to survive only for couples of hours and then passed away. Second is Gloria, who was born prematurely at the age of 6 months old. Delivered safely but mate the same fate as my oldest brother. Emmanuel was the youngest among them and mother said that he was so beautiful. He was so strong that he manages to live on more than 24 hours. Mom was so blissful to see him tranquilly breathing but then just after mom starting to beam, he couldn’t hold a little longer and passed away. All three of them were born and died at premature ages.
When enquired, the Doctor answered that my mom is excessively fatigue and that costs her the lives of her children. Maybe it’s true that my mom is fatigued for the rationale that she was working while studying back then. But my mom never surrendered her hopes not even for a second, so does my father. And then after a couple of years, my mom gets pregnant again. This time, mom delivered her at a normal age (after 9 months in the womb) on the 4th of April 1984 and named her Moon (not a real name). She had a hard time growing up as well, as she had spine disease and deficient in red blood cells. Just after my uncle (A Great Doctor) came to help out and cure my sister, now she’s the oldest sister and lives in the pink like other kids. After 2 years later (1986), my mum delivered my second brother, Kuya (not a real name). In this hiatus of time, my mom had problems with my father which nearly costs them the life of my brother, Kuya.
When Kuya was still 6 months, mom argued with dad. They had a big mêlée which forced mom ran away from home to nowhere. Mom was away from home and went missing for months and no one was breastfeeding my 6 old months pity brother. As the price, Kuya starts developing problems with his immune system. My father then sent my brother to my kith and kin to breastfeed him, but it was too late. My brother is now sandwiched between live or die circumstances because no one is really take good care of him. Just after the news reached mom’s ears, she swiftly ran back to our house crying. She cried and grieved so bad that none of the biggest criminal could kill and stop her now. My brother survives after a long term of nurture at the hospital. Next, both mom and dad reconciled. After what happened, my dad entered Bible school and became a pastor in church. And then, God blessed dad and mom so much that my mom delivered another 2 children later on in this world safely, which is my sister, Cibi on the 10th of July 1988 followed by the cute me =), Mr Cruzzo on the 7th of April 1990. We had no problems and grew hale and hearty until now..
Mom and dad have through all the hardships together, holding hands through all ups and downs. Shed tears together, laugh together, they even play music together. My mom knows how to play guitar, piano and other music instruments and so does my father. Usually, dad would play the 1st voice and mom play the 2nd voice. They respire so happily and their story bear a resemblance to a fairy-tale. But, we are only human beings. Homosapiens who wanted to live happily ever after like in fairy-tale. Only to realize that we are not living like a chronicle and can't foresee the future. Everything seemed to be turning all way around. And the story begins to alter its route. What to come about next really cleaned out everything. Tearing apart the heart into billions of tiny pieces. Cries are what I can barely heed next. Happy ending is simply a story saga. And all I can do is to close tightly this one pair of eyes and pray. Pray to God, that He would shine us again one day filling this big hole and empty space located just a little left of the chest which was once a heart resting and beating peacefully. This is just the beginning. The beginning to an untold story. This is the story of my life...
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