One September morning  − 30 September, 1979

Gen. Santos City. My mom told me I came out earlier than expected. The day before I was born, mom had a bad day and to vent out anger, she went cleaning the floor. This probably stressed her out, and so, she went into labor the next day. Not a very pretty pre-delivery picture. But at 6:32 in the morning, a new baby entered the world. Surely, the tiny, fragile bundle was welcomed by my mom and dad, and the birth of their first-born was the one thing special in that year, in that September Sunday morning.