63 He Named him - George!

28 February 1917

I lost some appetite to send out entries here, George kept me so busy of him. Today, I made a crib and some wooden toys and we put it in his Ina's bahay kubo. Lolita smiled why I knew its a boy. I said I felt it. This way my life had changed, from being dull into a full-time father. I don't know but there's this happiness I can't explain.

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" Mag, I can't almost believe all these. Dads have overload of secrets." Still he's teary eyed pressing his head that later puts him to series of sobs. Magee then leaned his back flat on the bamboo chair next to her bed. Terrifyingly, he's sweating and paused for a while. It allows both of them to deep breath and brought in silence. A hammock of space in between led him to speak again after an hour.

" Let's get going, I wanna hear how that boy was born and grew up." George said.

She nodded.

24 March 1917

Its our second wedding anniversary and glad she cooked for my meal and discussed with me how we'll arrange George's baptism. Its a cozy afternoon in that kubo she'd a long list to do even after the baptism as it made me more visionary with our farm's harvest. I worked harder. George kicked too strong these days, he wants to get out and would maybe join me in our farm. This thought makes me smile though, I want him to go far and bring back a degree. Funny! but I'm really excited to personally see this boy kicking his mother's tummy like a combatant.

" George..." She whispered. He never sounded anything against so she pursued the next page.

23 April 2917

George! the heaviest and the most handsome boy in Tikaban. We're both happy of you. I will raise you like my own and prepare your playground in our secret place in Kabang. We'll surprise your Ina Lolita of our new house there, can't wait anymore. Hmm, you're chubby because you've eaten a lot when you're still in Ina's tummy. Now I'm cuddling you like I'm in heaven, so happy! You cute little boy, so sweet as you seldom cry.

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29 May 1917

Sleepless nights but exciting! George wanted me to carry him always in my arms, if I put him down he tantrums so badly. It made me so proud and he likes no one but his 'ama' (father) smell alone and that's me. There's just an eyesore mole he has under his right armpit, if I lose him at the mercado I can easily locate him with this mole. His eyes were droopy even after he just woke up and his nose looked so sharp and he's really a white boy. We tend to cover him almost all over when going outside. People might wonder I'm a Spanish father with an American boy. Anyway, he's more heavier today and he can gruffly grasp his wooden toys I made as he smiled and twinkled his droopy eyes; looked at me begging for milk and accidentally spanked me with his toys.