I’m not a good writer, but its good to write than just keeping your thoughts and feelings inside. One of my best friends than I ran into, told me once “Life is Good” at first I was like yeah, I only agreed just because I had a thing for her. During that time there was a lot of stuff going on my life, from school, family, back home, and last but not least something that no one can live without in United states which is WORK, unless you are a millionaire. I will tell you my story Mr. Blog just for fun, the name of my blog is so so here is goes nothing…
I’m originally from Cairo, Egypt, born and raised. before there was anything called “Peter”. there is a story behind the baby Peter.
Mr. George Guirguis, my father just got married to Mrs. Amany Georgy, my mother of course in January 23, 1990. Not much after they got married they had a lovely girl on October 18, 1990, and called her Sandra since it was a popular in the early 1990′s. My father was working as an Architect Engineer in one of the big companies in Cairo, he was working his behind to afford a living for his family. My mother also was working as a secretary for a large pharmacy company. My grandmother from my mother’s side was taking care my sister since both of my parents were working.
Mr. George Guirguis, my father just got married to Mrs. Amany Georgy, my mother of course in January 23, 1990. Not much after they got married they had a lovely girl on October 18, 1990, and called her Sandra since it was a popular in the early 1990′s. My father was working as an Architect Engineer in one of the big companies in Cairo, he was working his behind to afford a living for his family. My mother also was working as a secretary for a large pharmacy company. My grandmother from my mother’s side was taking care my sister since both of my parents were working.
On June 16, 1991, My father reserved a phone call from my mother’s work, saying that she fainted and went to the hospital. My father left work as fast as he can, he went to hospital and my mother wasn’t there. My father got even more worried, at this time there wasn’t any cell phones weren’t in yet, so he rushed back home check on my mother, and find that she is in bed crying. My dad ask, “What’s wrong?”, “What did the Doctor say?”, my mother kept on trying to calm my father before laying the news on him, then she said “I’m pregnant” and his face went pale, he repeated “You’re Pregnant”. My father is the type of guy who won’t take a decision unless he analysis what should be done and what are the outcomes of that decision, which was basically what he does for a living.
My mother was pregnant with me, my father was in shock, he didn’t know what to do, the money he makes was barely gets the month goes by. My parents are very religion, so they decided to ask their father of confession, to ask him what should they do. should they have the baby or not have it.
to be continued ... :)
to be continued ... :)
