Our mother, our hero.

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3 years ago

I grew up in a small barangay and our family is the poorest. Our mother is a vendor. She sells fruits sometimes "kakanin" (native food). She has to sell fruits or whatever she has to sell under the heat of the sun. We are 8 siblings and she has to send us all to school. Sometimes, before we went to school, we have to borrow money from our neighbors so we have small money to buy during our lunch at school for our transportation. Imagine, our mother hasn’t sold yet, she already has a debt to pay. There was this person who told our mother why we don't just stop studying and help her sells fruits instead. I why she keeps on sending us to school when every day she has to figure out where to get the money we need before we go to school. I forgot to add, our house looks so pitiful. Our walls were made of sacks. Our mother just ignored all of those negative feedbacks. I can still remember every time she arrives home from selling, we were so excited to check if what were inside her basket. When we graduated from high school, we did our best to send ourselves to college. I was a working student. I did part-time jobs as well. With God's guidance and blessings, we finished college. We have stopped her from selling and are now supporting them. We are also building our house. The man who told him before why we haven't stopped studying, now even though he is a senior, he still sells to support his family. Their children got married early and did not have a good job. Most still depend on them. It's pitiful. Sometimes when they have leftover fruits that have not been sold, mom buys them. Just want to share this. Education is really important. It's truly the key to success. Life can be hard sometimes but we have to keep on fighting. Keep the faith for in the end all your struggles and hardships are all worth it. That's the picture of our house, it's not finished yet but almost there. And there she is is. 😍

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