The story of my life, from childhood to today.
| It was October 30, 2004, when I first came into this world. My parents were filled with happiness as they held me for the first time. From that very moment, my story began. As a baby, I was very emotional. I cried a lot, whether I was hungry, sleepy, or simply uncomfortable. But my parents never failed to be there for me. They comforted me whenever I cried, cared for me whenever I was sick, and celebrated with me during my little moments of joy. Looking back, I know those early years werenāt easy for them, but they gave me all the love I needed. My childhood was simple, but it was also filled with fun and laughter. I loved playing outside with my friends. We played until the sun went down, and sometimes even longer. My mother would often get mad at me because I didnāt come home early. I still remember how she would fetch me from the neighborhood with a stick in her hand, trying to scare me so I would finally stop playing. Even if I was a little scared at the time, I now find those moments funny. Childhood was carefree. I didnāt think about problems or responsibilities. All I cared about was running around, playing games, and enjoying my favorite food. Life was simple, and every single day felt like a new adventure waiting to happen. When I was six years old, I entered elementary school. I was so excited. Everything was newāmy bag, my shoes, and all my school supplies. It felt like I was starting a big journey. In school, I gained more playmates and slowly built friendships, some of which I still treasure today. Of course, I wasnāt always a model student. I remember one time when my teacher hit my hand because I kept playing instead of focusing on my lessons. The truth was, I was more excited to go to school to play with my classmates after class rather than study. But there were good moments too. At the end of every school year, my mother would proudly go on stage with me to receive my awards. I could see how happy she was each time, and those moments gave me the motivation to keep trying. But life also brought challenges. When I was in Grade 6, my fatherās eyesight started getting blurry. It became hard for him to do many things. My mother then made the tough decision to work abroad. She explained that she needed to go to support our studies and our familyās needs. I was sad when she left, and it was difficult at first, but I understood that she did it for us. April 2017 was one of the most memorable moments of my lifeāI graduated from elementary. That day was special because my father, despite his poor eyesight, went with me on stage to receive my award. Even though he couldnāt see clearly anymore, he still joined me proudly. I can still picture his smile when I placed the medal around his neck. I knew how proud he was of me, and that moment became one of my biggest inspirations. I promised myself to continue working hard in my studies because of him. When I entered high school, everything felt different. We had moved to a new place, and the school was much bigger, with more students compared to elementary. I met many new people, but not all of them stayed as real friends. Getting to school was also a challenge because we had to walk first to the highway before finding a ride. Sometimes, I arrived late because there were so few vehicles passing by. But high school also gave me unforgettable memories. In senior high, I enjoyed my time more because of my best friend. She wasnāt just a friend during happy momentsāshe was there through everything. We were inseparable. If I didnāt have enough money for allowance or school payments, she would lend me some or even treat me. I always felt lucky to have her by my side. She showed me what true friendship really means. We stayed together all throughout senior high until the day we graduated, and even now, she remains my best friend. College, however, was a different story. In my first year, I experienced being alone for the first time. It was really hard to adjust. I wasnāt even sure if the course I chose was right for me. I felt lost and doubted myself because everything was so new and difficult. On top of that, living alone in a boarding house made things worse. At first, I was excited because I thought it would be fun to live without anyone telling me what to do. But soon, I realized that home was still betterāeven with all the chores and responsibilitiesābecause home meant family and comfort. I cried a lot during that first year. But it also taught me how to stand on my own and be independent. In my second year, things got a little better. My cousin stayed with me in the boarding house, and because of that, I wasnāt so lonely anymore. The subjects were still difficult, but I reminded myself,Ā ākinaya mo nga noon, sure ako na kakayanin mo din ngayon.āĀ Still, it wasnāt easy. During midyear, I barely had classmates to hang out with, and I only had one friend in college. Most of the time, I was on my own. But those lonely moments also made me stronger. I learned to rely on myself, and I realized that sometimes, walking alone teaches you more about who you are. Now, Iām in my third year of college. Itās just the beginning of another chapter, and I know it wonāt be easy. The challenges will probably get harder, but graduation is already getting closer. Iāve come so far, and I donāt want to give up. I remind myself every day that all of this hard work is for a better future. Looking back, my life has been a mix of simple joys, challenges, and lessons. From being a playful kid who didnāt want to go home before sunset, to a student trying to figure out life in college, Iāve grown so much. My parents, my friends, and even my struggles have all shaped me into who I am today. I know the journey is far from over, but Iām ready to face whatever comes next. With determination, faith, and the people who believe in me, I will keep reaching for my dreams. |
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