Received tonight:
Hello! My name is Mireia and I was born last May 27 weighing 2.85 kg. As I was in a bit of a hurry to see the world, I arrived 3 weeks before the expected due date. :)
It's so nice to hear from you! This is your future Godfather (if I had anything so say about it). Allow me to compliment you on your typing and sentence composition skills (and possibly sign language if your pictures are to be believed) at this stage of your development. You probably still poop in your pants as of this writing, but at least you now have the ability to e-mail and possibly entertain us with future tales of pants-pooping adventures.
First off, I'd like to apologize for your mother (whom I call my "Hud Bud," a nickname whose origins are reserved for a later date), as she often used you as an excuse in her practice those past few months before your birth in what others would refer to as "eating for two," ignoring the fact that your own stomach was the size of a walnut. Feel free to exact your revenge by depriving her of sleep --and possibly breastmilk-- by crying loudly in protest all through her upcoming waking nights and crack-of-dawns.
A Google search of your name says it means "admirable." I believe your parents came up with that in reference to your eagerness to pop out of your mother's womb ahead of schedule. Slow down! There shall be plenty of time to use all your working senses to experience the world around you, since in your case it will literally be the first time for everything.
But how rude of me to blather on without giving further information about myself. I am one your mother's oldest friends (and your father's relatively newer ones) and I've known her since she introduced herself to me during our summer training days at our school's paramilitary organization called the Boy Scouts of the Philippines. Afterwards we worked together at the school's newspaper to report stories about our alma mater 3 months after the fact (no-one was in a hurry to find out about things that time since we did not have the Internet). Even if I was 3 years her senior she took pity on me and agreed to be my date for my Senior Prom (I'll leave it to her to explain to you what a, "date" is, as well as the concepts of "dating," "hook-ups," and "making out."), and along with out mutual friend Eileen the 3 of us were separately inseparable.
Then your mother transferred to another school that taught Spanish, your future native language. As the years passed she studied the inner workings of hotel and restaurant management, and even moved to Spain to make sure her own parent's paying of her tuition to learn to speak Spanish wasn't a total waste. (I know what I'm talking about; I learned Chinese for almost 20 years but speak it like a native w/ brain damage.)
And it wasn't a total waste for her. She met your future father at a bar. Now if this was anyone else, me telling you your mother met some guy at a bar might come off as unsavory. But don't worry, it was his bar and it was all romantic and proper. Again, I shall leave it to her to expound in further detail.
If you are curious to learn more about me feel free to write me back, but ask Mama and Papa's permission first. "Parental Guidance" is something you'll definitely be needing right now (unless you actually snuck off in the middle of the day and e-mailed me in secret, in which case all I can say is: muy mireia!)
Take care!
Your Padrino Wilben
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