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.
Before, I didn't know how hard life is. All I know was that I sleep, playand eat. And when my parents got home from work, we expected them to have "pasalubong" for us. All we could ask for was granted.
I also remeber that once we had a childhood friends whom I used to play with. We used to play hide and seek and "bahay-bahayan" outside our house. We used to play in the rain. I missed those things to do again. It was fun!
When i finished Grade 1, my father told us that we will migrate in Baguio City. i was really excited back then because I heard that the climate inbagio was very cold. So, I made goodbyes to my friends.
When we were in Baguio City, everything was completely different. We don;t have maids to assist us in everything. And that's the time
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.
Before, I didn't know how hard life is. All I know was that I sleep, playand eat. And when my parents got home from work, we expected them to have "pasalubong" for us. All we could ask for was granted.
I also remeber that once we had a childhood friends whom I used to play with. We used to play hide and seek and "bahay-bahayan" outside our house. We used to play in the rain. I missed those things to do again. It was fun!
When i finished Grade 1, my father told us that we will migrate in Baguio City. i was really excited back then because I heard that the climate inbagio was very cold. So, I made goodbyes to my friends.
When we were in Baguio City, everything was completely different. We don;t have maids to assist us in everything. And that's the time
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