By Ma. Joselina G. Cruz
In the year 1970, my parents received their first blessing, me. In 1971 there came my brother Miguel, then my younger sister Carina in 1973. We were then five in the family, counting my mom and dad. However, the peaceful state lasted only ten years. On July 1, 1983, my baby brother Martin came to this world. I don’t know why; maybe it was to wreck our whole house, or particularly to redecorate my room and my parents’ room. I don’t know. But I’m glad he is a member of my family. He is a bundle of fun (not counting a dynamite of disaster) and a joy to everyone in our house, especially to my grandparents, who are so proud of him. They are always very happy to introduce to visitors and friends my brother Martin and his antics.
I am the proud big sister of my brother. He is now one year old and he is one of the naughtiest I have ever seen. I think he is quite intelligent for his age. He is also very brave, considering the things he had to go through. You see, he had a cataract in his left eye when he was born, so he had to have it removed, and the lens replaced with a new one – through operations – three of them, to be exact. He’s fine now but has to go to the doctor occasionally for a check-up.
Despite the traumatic experience, he is one of the most active babies alive, and does he talk a lot! He can say the names of everyone in the house, as well as the names of all our relatives. He can sing, not that it sounds like singing since it’s more of reciting, and he can say thank you in three languages, including English. He goes to the bathroom by himself whenever he feels the need to use the toilet and waits until someone brings him inside, and can even tell when our TV and betamax have to be brought to a repair shop. He has a taste for shoes, slaps anyone whom he sees crying, and knows when to laugh at jokes even if they are corny. He is really a very lovable child. Except when he decides to play in my room and turn it into a junkshop. Nevertheless, he is one of the most interesting people I know who make my life much more bearable to go through.
p. 28 Young Hearts and Voices by High School Scholasticans. 1984-85: Cynthia Rueda, Sr. Lucy Togle OSB (editors)
Copyright1985 by St. Scholastica’s College
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