It was after midnight, 00 37 hours , at a local maternity hospital ,cries of a newborn were heard coming from the labour room. After several hours of pain and struggle, a child was born out of the womb of a 28 years old, young brave mother.
That day was 1985 ,November 29th. My birthday.
After a long hours of patience, my Dad who was worried began to get impatient. It was when my mum were out of the labour room ,my Dad started to calm down. My Mum returned to her ward.
The next day, they look through the fiberglass window along the corridor of the nursery ward where i was in an incubator. Trying to locate me among the other babies. argue over who i resemble the most to. Not aware of the fact that i had inherited DMD from my Mum, life go on for my parents. No even the doctor suspected anything amiss.
3 days later, i was out of my incubator. My Dad did all the paperwork necessary for the discharge ,while my Mum waited, all ready , bags packed ;change out of the hospital clothes. Together ,my Mum and i was ready to go home, accompanied by my Dad, we took a cab and return home to a 3-room HDB flat, located in Bukit Merah area,nearby to Tiong Bahru, where we stayed in with my grandma. That flat was under my grandma 's name, it was bought from the HDB earlier from her hardearned money from her savings.
As a baby, i cried more often then other would, maybe, i knew what awaits me in my life ahead, was going to be tough for me. and my parents. They couldn't understand why i kept wailing.
It was when i started walk, they discovered something went terribly wrong.
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