Kayeeeeeee
Kayeeeeeee
Kayeeeeeee
GRADE 12 HUMSS C
When I was born, my parents didn’t have a single penny. Thankfully, our neighbors
generously gave us a small amount of money, rice, and other necessities. When I
turned four, I started school, where I learned to read and count. I made friends in
my classroom, which made my childhood even better.
That’s where I made six friends who made me happy throughout my entire
kindergarten year. We always had recess together and were inseparable.
My elementary days were incredibly memorable. It felt like there were no problems
for me back then. That’s where I started to develop crushes, even as a child. After
class, we would play together with my friend, and it felt like we never wanted to go
home.
Even though I saw my parents fighting due to financial problems, they still managed
to feed us. Sometimes we wouldn’t eat three times a day because there just wasn’t
enough money. My mom was a laundress, and even when I was young, I helped her.
She always reminded me not to give up on life, no matter how many problems we
faced. I saw how my mom cried, especially at night, due to all the struggles. But I
was proud of her because she raised me and my siblings without relying too much
on my dad. He was a fisherman, and his income wasn’t always consistent due to the
unpredictable weather.
Whenever there were new fashion trends, I always had them because my mom
loved us, her children. I did well in school during my elementary years, always in the
top class. I wanted to show my mom that all her hard work was worth it. I wanted to
make her proud. My parents just wanted us to finish school. My three older brothers
didn’t finish their studies, and my older sister dropped out at 17. So, they pinned
their hopes on me and my younger sister.
When I was in grade 4, my dad went to work in Batanes to support our family. Our
lives became even harder during this time. Batanes is prone to typhoons, so my dad
couldn’t send much money back. We were very poor.
Whenever there were events at our wealthy relatives’ homes, my mom and I would
be the ones washing dishes. My mom would say, “Study hard so you won’t have to
wash dishes at every birthday party!” We would all laugh, but it was a reminder of
our poverty.
I wanted to see my mom and our family breathe a sigh of relief, even amidst our
struggles. I hoped that someday our lives would improve, and I would be able to
repay them for all the sacrifices they made just to keep us alive and prevent us from
going hungry.
When I started high school in grade 7, I was separated from my elementary friends
because we were in different classes. I felt so lost and started skipping school a lot. I
didn’t get any honors that year. It was okay because my mom was still there for me.
I was still adjusting to the new environment. Then the lockdown happened due to
the Covid-19 pandemic, and we had to switch to modular learning. I never got to
catch up on my studies.
ADuring the pandemic, life was difficult. We were confined to our homes, unable to
go out and about because it was dangerous. All we could do was eat and sleep.I was
in grade 9 when my brother passed away at the age of 29 due to an illness that
doctors
couldn’t diagnose. It was a difficult loss for our family. My mom was incredibly
stressed and barely slept. She constantly stayed by my brother’s side. It was
heartbreaking for me to see her like that.
A week later, my mom was hospitalized. I stayed by her side without sleep, worried
about her illness. There was no progress, and she didn’t get better. I was
devastated. Three weeks after my brother’s passing, my mom also passed away. I
questioned God, wondering what we had done to deserve such pain. I couldn’t
understand what to do. I was extremely close to my mom, but my relationship with
my dad wasn’t as strong.
After all the pain, I went to live with my brother’s wife, who worked abroad. She
asked me to live with her siblings and their children. After my brother and mom
passed away, I stayed there to finish my studies. So, in grade 10, I lived with my
brother’s wife’s siblings.
Even I felt so lost. I felt like a part of me was missing, and I was living in a different
house just to be able to continue my studies. Even though I lost motivation to go to
school, I persevered.
That’s where I met my boyfriend, who was the nephew of my brother’s wife. I didn’t
know him at first because I rarely go outside at the house I was living in and had no
idea who he was.
I saw him at school and had no idea he was just my neighbor . I developed a crush
on him, added him on Facebook, and we started talking. That’s when I started to
feel happy again after losing my mom and brother. He always made me laugh.
When I was in grade 11, I moved back to our family home. Life was still difficult, but
I managed to finish school. My boyfriend helped me a lot, especially in foods and
supporting me.
Whenever I was struggling, he was always willing to help without hesitation, even
though I felt embarrassed to ask. My dad trusted both of us and was okay with us
dating because he saw that I was in good hands.
Now that I’m in grade 12, we’re still poor, but it’s not as bad as before. Life is easier
now because I have my family and my boyfriend to rely on. Yes, I was young when I
started this relationship, but it helped me move on from my grief and made me
happy. It helped me a lot.
My life has been financially difficult, but it was always filled with my mother’s love.
Sadly, she passed away too soon, and I lost my brother as well. They were the
people I was closest to in my family. I haven’t been able to repay them for their
kindness and hard work, but I continue to live my life because I know they would be
proud of me. I keep going, even though they’re no longer here. I’ve endured all
these hardships for the people I love most in my life.