That was the day..

Today is February 24th. It's exactly 1:40am. It is Thurdays and the year is 2011. 23 years before i was borning... My mom was probabily nervous at this time.. and maybe my father was driving her to the hospital...I don't know what exactly they expected, but I know they were really happy when I got this world.


Let's back to the past a for a little while...


I was born a not so beautiful baby as my mother insist to remind me... "you were thin and big, and you had that very long and thin fingers.. and you used to play with them.. It was a little scared" You can imagine that scene.. my mom was very young she was 19 when I came to life..so i understan her....

That is me in one of my very first picture.


And because of the pictures that by the way I have a lot of pictures. Thanks God! I know I was not the most beautiful baby at all..

Look at this one


My mom was not wrong at all.. As you can notice.. Adorable baby!

I think that water was too hot for me, I have never been such a huge fan of hot water, and now i figure out why... anyway...


I know my parents took care of me all the time.. and I do know I 'gave' a lot of headache too... not at school, not because i was a 'bad' kid, no.. but i had some heath problems and they did everything they could and more... we didn't have a good finacial condition, but I always got what I wanted the most.. They made a lot sacrifices for me.. and i should Thanks them every day of my life...

I was a very happy kid, I was smart, cute, polite.. always! Dad and mom taught me the very powerful words such as 'thank you', 'excuse me', 'sorry', 'please'.
I used to do very good at school, acctually i was one of the best of my class.. At the age of ten i had already read all books of the library in my primary school...

I changed school, my grades got down.,, you know, the adolescence arrives to anyone.. i have never been rude with my parents, but they started to be a little disapointed with me.. i didnt want to study anymore.. I wanted to go out and have some fun.. I didn't bring real and big problems to my parents.. i never smoke, drink or use drugs.. but i started upset my parents with small action, some words. I didn't care about my future.. but they always did.. And the most important they never give up..

Then when I was in high school my parents divorced, it was a hard and bad time for me.. no one really knows about it.. I tried to pretend everything was ok for me, but it was not.. I saw my mom suffering, I was mad at my father I didn't want to talk to him nor even see him.. But it passed..

well.. then came university.. the church the turkish boy friend, the year that i didn't passed my classes, my father's frustation.. and then we get here.. in February 24th... 2011..

And now.. thinking about everything.. I know, every single action, word, frustation, angry, happiness... everything just help me to get here.. where I am.. helps me to 'build' who I am today..
I am what I am because of my parents, because of my past..

Thanks mom and Dad to care about me!!