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Al Ain, Abu Dhabi, UAE
There's a lot of a little bit of me, I can do basic house architectural design, Photographer and journalist during my h.s. and I would love to pursue it. Can fix simple to a bit advance computer problem, good in reports and thesis, Project planning and scheduling, Business Risk Analyst. I love making something colorful especially when it comes from scraps. My inter-personality are a bit high like i have a good sense in understanding such behavior. I love to talk but nowadays I’m a bit patience about hearing other thoughts. I’m eager, Aggressive, Maniac, Dreamer, Lover, Man-whore, and what I love about myself is that I never stop learning new things and discovering my potentials.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

The Love of a Mother






It was a midnight struggle and the traffic jam spreads the valiant silence of the evening. She had her palm closed praying that the baby inside her belly is safe. Rushing towards the delivery room, she set aside the pain and agony of giving birth but instead lifts her faith and excitement that soon her angel will be in her arms. Hours ago, she was suffering from the dilemma of normal to a caesarian deliverance. The physical and emotional demand twinge as she knew it will be a half chance for her to live. Inside her she is without a doubt ready to take all the risk to see her beautiful daughter Angela.
As the Doctor advice her that she will undergo caesarian surgery, due to the loss of her body fluid, she immediately call her husband to take some strength to move on. Its was really hard for her, being far from him at the time she needs his presence at most was a shuttering feeling. How you couldn’t imagine the mixed emotion of fear and excitement was drawing near to her. Blood rushes to her veins as she feels the numbness of the medicine. her desire to see her angel makes her sturdy than she was before. As she felt the needle she softly pray that God may give her strength to deliver her baby safe and healthy. AS she slowly closes her eyes, a warmth tear fell on her chicks resembling the varied feeling of her dwellings.
With the eerie silence of the ward room, she woke up with a dimming unconsciousness. Hours had past and all she demands was to see the baby she had long for nurtured in her. With a lack of sense and the effect of the drugs she had taken, she fell in a deep sleep as if she had forgotten everything that happened. Suddenly, a laud cry awakens her dreams as the nurse go nearer to her bed. Its her baby she cried, time had pause for a moment to capture the priceless event on her life. She was delighted with a healthy, white, furry little thing she saw. Her tears were unstoppable. Despite of the pain of the wounds she incur she held her while telling her how she loves her so much and she was thankful to HIM. As she speaks, Angela was just staring at her face, as if she understands her mother. With her half-open beautiful eyes, she vividly listen to her mother’s soft laugh and the tears of joy.
It was a happy moment of her life! Room was filled with laughter’s by all of her friends and families who saw the angel that resembles her father. How she wish he could see her. How she prays it would be forever be a happy family. Reflecting her new life, she softly whispers in the midst of everything, “I am ready give my best love, to nurture them with my best admiration and my unconditional sacrifices”.

Jamei Flor Adamos De La Cruz