In one fateful day, as the sun risen shining above the city of Pematangsiantar, North Sumatra, Indonesia. A family was tending their own business, they were one happy family. Living in a house with a son and a daughter, and they're expecting another one. The mother and father were really happy, but then the mother felt pain in her womb, as the father sprung to action and carried his beloved wife to the car as they drove away to the hospital. It was like that for a few days and the family grew restless, yes it really is a troublesome baby. Until one day, when the mother's water broke they were sure it was the day. They rushed to the hospital and the mother was immediately brought to an operating room, being checked and surely the head of the baby was near the entrance, or as for the baby, the exit. When it was time, the mother pushed hard, and was in a lot of pain, and after one last push. There I was crying still red covered in blood, as the doctors held me, and cut my umbilical cord and wrapped me in a blue blanket or was it a towel, and gave me to my mothers arms.

"What will his name be?" The doctor asked, and my mother and father nodded as they came to an agreement.

"Jeconius Lucio Ishamu." My mother said, and so I was named and known as Jeconius Lucio Ishamu from that day, on 6th of August 2002, but unlike a normal baby I didn't breastfeed, instead I didn't eat or drink resulting in incubation for months, yes I was a really troublesome baby, and so the happy family who is now consisting of 5 members. Decided Fuck It when the baby was dying and took the baby home, for some reason the baby started breast feeding and may God bless me, I survived.

That's my introduction, if you read that all then you just wasted your time, hah.