30 years and still counting 😜

30 years back, on an early Friday morning a beautiful little angel was born. That's what I want people to say😜, but nobody says so. I was born on 13th may 1988 and it was a Friday then. I was a premature by a month and was very weak with no hair. My mother lost her elder brother to an accident when she was pregnant with me, so may be she couldn't bear the emotional trauma that made her get into labour soon and deliver me. My parents and doctors thought I would not survive. They say I was just skin and bones.

It took around 6 months of care for me to gain a little weight. It has been 30 years now and I am a very strong person. I guess, good saved me for my husband and kids. My husband would still be a bachelor if I could not survive 😜( how he wished) and my kids would never make it to this world to wish me on my birthday and mother's day.

The journey has been wonderful. My parents, brother ( @shenoy ), husband and kids have made my day special in their own ways.

I am pretty sure that the coming years will also be awesome.