39/2023: My Memoir
Introduction On January 2, 2007, I was born. My mother always tells me that I was born through normal labor, which is quite unfamiliar to most people today. On that day, there was a family who reserved the time for a Caesarean section, so my mother had to wait in such pain that I was ready to come naturally. An hour later (17:50), I finally came out to see this beautiful world with the assistance of the vacuum extraction tool because my mom was already exhausted from delivering me. I was born on Tuesday, which means the Guardian Angel of Mars is the best at fighting and war interests in the Thai tradition. After a day, I was told that many of my senior relatives were gathering in the hospital room to watch my adorable age. One of the luckiest memories I have is of my grandfather, who I only met by chance; another of my junior relatives never saw him again. He was genuinely nice and kind to me, even in some of his last photos, and gave out a warm feeling fr...