MY mother was giving a birth of me with a sickness of asthma. I was three weeks then my father thought I was dying because oxygen attached on me. But by God's grace my father thoughts was wrong. But still asthma carried by me until at age of 7.I remembered then everytime I played with my childhood friends running, playing games and other Filipino games before-unlike now the genrations today are more on digital they never experienced what we the generations played before-I got home exhausted and found myself sitting infront of our door catching deeply my breath. Having an asthma was very hard for me because I was also catching may life. Every month I got fever but thanks to my mother who sacrifice after all to took care of me and hands on to us her siblings. At age of 7 before school my asthma was gone, I don't know what was medicinal plant did my mom heal for me. My mother was caring and loving to us in the extend she proud if we her sibling got a high grade in our school. We were born in poor because my mother was only a housewife and my father was a farmer till now. Ganun pa man, ginagapang pa din nila kami sa aming pag-aaral. Halos nagkakautang na sila para sa aming pag-aaral. In my school before I experience bullying, that's why I grew up a silent person and no confidence at all but only my mother is my only strength and inspiration, na sinasabi ko na kailangan may bunga ang paghihirap nila sa amin. I face bullying but it only end up I was crying. I was happy and enjoyed may childhood but in school I found a lack in myself everytime I encounter my bullied classmates until I graduated with honor at elementary. The feeling carried until high-school(I graduated also with honors) and college years. I really grew up shy person, this is I regret now If I remember those days why should I isn't it. My mom was happy marching with me when I was graduated my college dahil sa wakas nagbunga paghihirap nila kasabay pa kami ng kapatid ko na bunso na graduate din ng high school. Ang tatay ko naman ang guardian na kasama niya sa pagmartsa.
After graduated I went manila to seek for a good job para ang kapatid naman namin na bunso ang pag-aralin namin katuwang ko ang ate ko sa pag-aaral sa kanya. Sa awa ng Diyos nakapagtapos naman siya ng college sa kursong Agriculture at ngayon maganda na trabaho niya sa munisipyo. Habang nasa manila ako ang hirap pala ng buhay sa manila na akala ng ibang nangangarap ay maganda ay hindi pala. Seeking job it's not easy here in Philippines is not what you learn it's who you know palakasan system kumbaga at sipsipan. While I was enjoying work at manila,there's a saddest moment came in my life when our youngest sister called me that mother was gone, it was really hurts at age of 58 is young for her to die. My mother was suffer diabetes then and highblood. Well she was had that sickness because that's Inheritance. All his sister and brothers died on diabetes even my grandmother. Before she died before 5 months I flied home just to take care of her because she couldn't work alone anymore. After 5 months I flied back manila for my work,nung nagpaalam ako sa kanya na paalis na ako ang lungkot niya nahabag ako parang ayaw ko ng umalis pero need ko mag work para may pambili ng gamot niya. Then 3 months back on manila nabalitaan ko na lng na wala na siya. Nung panahon inaalagaan ko siya ang saya niya at tumaba siya ngunit nang bumalik ako manila nakita ko upload ng kapatid ko sa Facebook na kasama siya pumayat siya ulit. Kaya umuwi ulit ako para sa lamay niya, nagsisisi ako na may panghihinayang kung hindi ako umalis buhay pa sana siya... Pero ganun talaga ang buhay. Nakakapanghinayang hindi niya nakita ang apo niya sa akin. I cried every time I remembered her even I write this article with teary- eyed, kasi hindi ko siya gaano na alagaan ng matagal...
Kaya sa mga nagbabasa nito mahalin at alagaan niyo nanay niyo dahil hindi niyo alam kung anong sakripisyo at paghihirap nila para sa atin. God bless...