(age 01 to 03) (Chapter I)
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| My First Exposure to the real world (age 01 to 03) (Chapter I) |
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| It was a peaceful and very cold night in the village where one couple had rejoiced, for they were blessed of having a first baby boy.� That healthy-baby boy is no other than me and my name is Danny Ve�a Bendong. | ||||||||||
| I was born last April 27, 1971 at Lower Bag-ong Tudela, Josefina, Zamboanga del Sur.� Alberto Bodiongan Bendong is the name of my Father and Lolita Jutba Ve�a is my mother's name.� My father likes to tell jokes and very hardworking.� He works in our farm under the sun the whole day.� My mother on the other hand likes to sing and has a strong determination.� She is so beautiful that's why all guys in the village are admiring her (I don't have picture of my mother because we don't have camera that time).� She joined in a singing contest in our village and won the first prize.� They were very compatible as they got easily adjusted from each other.� They were both good in local business (selling vegetables, coconut juice, and etc).� During the night after having a dinner, you can hear the joy with laughter mixed up with the mellow sound of voices in our home.� | ||||||||||
| When I reached the age of one, my mother gave birth a new baby boy and his name is Beltran Bendong.� The pure joy overflowed in our home everyday, until such time when I reached the age of two, the unexpected happened - my father died due to Sistosomiasis. | ||||||||||
| Ironic things had begun.� Sorrows and pains reigns in my mother's heart that time.� She can't forget the happy moment in our family when my father was still alive.� Then, one night she dreamed that my father came back and wanted to get my brother.� My mother resisted not to give my brother Beltran.� However, my father insisted that he must take my brother with him into his new world because he was lonely there and needed a companion.� So my mother hold and hug as both, I'm on her right arm and my brother on her left arm.� Father moved forward and disguised to her, pinned his finger to her left hip then took my brother and the two of them disappeared.� My mother cried so loud because she lost my brother. When she woke up from her bad dream.� He held us both so tight and noticed that me and my brother have a very high fever. | ||||||||||
| That time, there was no available doctor and medicine in our village, so mother just applied a traditional visayan way of curing us from fever.� A week after, our fever grew more severe and my mother was confused what to do next until one morning my brother Beltran died.� Some people said my father took my brother with him.� I don't know if it was true.� Thank God I had survived and I am three years young when that happened. | ||||||||||
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