I'm a DRAMA QUEEN!!! - WISEMUMMY visit her OLD Blogsite!

I just happen to visit my old blogsite:  xanga.com/mecute21,   and found this article I've made not so long ago hehehehe..... I was 23 back then,  I never knew that I was so  " DRAMA QUEEN " .. I dont regret sharing it!..  and I'm posting it again here....

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Life they say is a mystery,  Live your life and Discovery it's Mystery~

I thought, my life story is just a typical episode of a fairytale, bitter beginning and sweet ending, not until I’ve told my hidden book of life to somebody, I have found out that my story is not like an ordinary scenario, indeed a unique tale with a great adventures….

                             not all fairytales have a sweet ending....

Turning back the hands of time, I was seven(7) when my parents separated, me and my older sister kept on wandering why do things have to be complicated when all we need is a family, we go from one place to another, suffering from different abused made by my dad's mistresses, youthful days was taken from us, all we can remember was the hardship  we’ve gone thru ,  a time where we have to run away from home and found ourselves under a guava tree just to fill in our hungry stomach after we've been stocked naked on a big pale full of water... I can still remember our shouts for help when our body needs to be warm with clothing but nobody can hear us, a terrible year of childhood days........

a year after, my mom had stolen us from that hell and had brought us to davao, I thought, our miserable days was over, not until, we've found out that mom was abandoned by her parents due to her decision of running home, her parents totally turn their back on us and our only shelter was the dog house, no floors but soil, the only furniture we have was an old table by which we have taken it from the garbage, our nourishment was a spoon of salt and cooking oil that to be mixed in a cooked rice we are indeed blessed with a healthy body and thankful for the food we have... rainy days came and found ourselves on the top of the table praying and hoping that it would immediately stop, that was our usual days in davao,  as young as I am I never questioned life and its twist, I'm always been strong, although, I begun to pity and compare myself with other kids who has all the toys and great things in life, my mom would always comfort me with words that goes:, I should not be asking too much, because I am special and worthy of love........

Every Sunday, early morning we'll walked the busy street of boulevard going to  church, the only penny that my mom have was for the fare going back home, witnessing all the kids of my age glamour with nice clothes riding on a jeepney passing by, while we are walking in sweat just to get to the church,

after the mass, outside is a street full of vendors selling all sort of stuff like balloons, ice cream, pastries etc.. my mom would always give us an option of walking a long distance or a scoop of ice cream, since the only money we have is the exact amount for  fare back home, young and ice cream ignorant as we are, of course we chose the ice cream and walk a long distance going back home, .

At 9 years old my mom left us miles away in search for luck in other country to provide me and my sister a better future, we stayed with our grandparents, things went ok, only that, we lived in a policy of  " IF you want something you have to work hard for it" no place to ask nor beg for things we want but have to break a leg or two..

6 years away from mom, numb myself from different school events where there's a need for a parent attendance, I don’t have a choice but to understand things that was given to me, naive but I’ve learned to struggle life and its significant aspects…..

Life doesn’t end here, rhere's so much to face… so many people to meet, some may leave, some may only be there for a reason.. but whatever lifes ahead I'll accept it with great expectations and keep on walking in unending phase of life, the only weapon that I have is myself, the experiences that ive been thru that makes me strong far better understanding of life, hard work and FAITH in one GREAT creator of life…...

 Im not gonna raise my both hands to surrender but  instead, ill keep my head up  facing the day ahead with a smile.........

where  I am now and who I become,  is the product of what  I am before…