Conceiving my first baby was so delicate.  I didn’t work, just stayed in our rented room.  Music from our tiny radio was one of my leisures.  Reading comics too consumed my idle times.  Zuma was one of the character I was fond of reading.

During my conception, picture of the Virgin Mary was always in front of me believing that my child would have a beautiful face and not that of zuma.

Time of birthing, the first question I asked the nurse who was assisting me was, How was my child?  Was it a girl or a boy and what about the body feature, was it normal?

How joyful I was upon learning that I had a beautiful baby girl.  Thanks to Mama Mary.