It's my first day enjoying my last year being a teenager. Not that i don't wanna blow candles next year, but candles without a number 2, please? Some thoughts that came up are scary but i have good ones too. Like, nineteen years ago , my mum was struggling in the delivery room cause she's been admitted to the hospital for 3 days and many IV drip bags she had. The fourth afternoon she spent, i just decided to come out. Clearly still have no idea why i took that long. The reason why i know about my delivery story is because during school,I was a middle class naughty girl in the neighbourhood and the one and only in the family that my parents had to remind me how hard it was for my mom to bring me out this world. You know, folks like to say it's a life or death battle back then. As for who I am now, i am so grateful that my parents raised me thoroughly. Along with the thought of that sleepless night they had if i fell sick. It was not easy for my mom to raise me as ...