I grew up in a simple but happy family. There's nothing more i could ask for. i considered myself lucky because i have my dad, mom, brothers and sisters who love and support me. I was born in Marawi City but I grew up in Taguig, Manila. There, everything was okay. I studied in a private school, I ate three times a day, I could get what I want and my parents have good jobs. My mother was working in a bank company as an accontant and my father morks in an Islamic Company. It was a good way to go. Being the second child in the family is just the fruit of trial, they say. Is that really true? I don't think so. But then, there's one point in my life that I thought that maybe it is true. My mother used to tell me that I was hard up of learning my lessons. I rememberthat I didn't even know how to read and recite the numbers when I was already in the age of seven. My grades were poor. I wished that someday I could prove to them what I can do that others can't. B...