Gratefully, I was born in a country where freedom is highly valued. My family belongs to a middle-class, with five siblings and blessed parents. My childhood was never on easy street, and since we live in the City, my parents struggle for their children. We went to public school altogether, and thankfully we all graduated in college. We learned to do the house chores at an early age.
Though we experienced playing with other kids, our mother managed to build responsibilities for each other. We also struggle financially. In those times, we saw how red-blooded our parents are. They did at all costs to be able to provide us food, clothes, and shelter.
My siblings are my most valued persons in this world next to my parents.
Since we struggle altogether, we survived and learned all together with just like what the sayings " Altogether, stick together!"
My father was an Overseas worker in the Middle East for more than a decade. He sacrifices his presence to provide us all the necessities that our family needs. My mother, a very responsible and most beautiful light in our home! She taught us to be brave enough to fight against life while enjoying it.
I graduated with a course in line with the Hotel / Tourism industry, but life always surprises us. After I graduated from college, my path was different from what I learned on that degree. Though I was in that Tourism Industry, my specific task was out of line. Through the years, I learned to love my job, enjoyed it, and survived on it.
As the years pass by, I found happiness with my career and love.
Amazingly, my life was full of sunflowers, delighted with the future in my palm. Graciously, I had a chance to grow up and fallen in love with the right person with my personality. And with both beliefs that family matters and involves an environment where freedom and responsibilities matter most.
And graciously amazing things plot into the right place. Today, I am ready to package myself with the loss that I had, my love for writing.