FOR 45 years, I've been celebrating my birthday on 16 June with my eldest sister, Kathleen. Mama had this story: I wasn't due that day, so my mother--very heavy with me, her seventh-- went to the market along with our nanny Felisa to buy groceries for Ate Kathleen's 8th birthday that day. While shopping, Mama realized I was due, so she proceeded to the San Pablo City Hospital ALONE and instructed Felisa to call Papa in the office with news of my delivery. Six babies before me must have made it easier for Mama to bear me. She brought me to this world after 2PM. I must have been screaming when I came into the world, as "quiet" has never been used to describe me as a person, alas.