Autobiography

My journey began on November 20th, 2003, the day I came into this world, in the small town of Lantapan. My mom, Janice Jovelyn, gave birth to me at home. My grandmother, Alecia, was the one who helped her during that time. My father wasn’t there, and the truth is, I never got the chance to know him. Growing up without him always felt like a missing piece in my life, but I got used to it because it was all I ever knew. Later on, my mom met someone who became my stepdad. I carried his surname, and in my heart, I considered him my real father because he treated me well.

My childhood was not easy. Because of my stepdad’s work, we always moved from one place to another. I had to transfer to so many schools, and I never really felt like I belonged anywhere. Just when I would start adjusting, it was time to leave again. On top of that, my mom went abroad to work, and I was left behind to take care of my younger siblings even though I was only a child myself. I was around eight years old then, already juggling school and house responsibilities. We didn’t have much money, and there were times we survived by borrowing from stores. Imagine being just a kid, yet already worrying about debt.