Words of Wisdom:

"bit** is not profane" - Rahul

Asian; A Proud Filipina Woman

  • Date Submitted: 01/27/2013 02:12 PM
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Twenty-three years ago I was a young lady at the tender age of twenty and found myself pregnant. I did not have a lot of money or someone to help me with the situation that I found myself in. However I was determined to give my child everything that I could. I worked two jobs just to be able to buy a baby crib, clothes, baby bottles and most of all diapers. But she was born premature and had a problem breathing, she had to stay in the Hospital for three months. I'm from a country called the Philippines and if you're not rich then you are poor there is no middle class. Since I was on the poor side it took all my life saving to keep her in the Hospital. There were many sacrifices that I had to make, but when she pulled through it was worth every penny. I was able to provide for her, but I kept wondering what the future would be like for her. I knew that I wanted her to go to high school and on to college. But in the Philippines we have to pay for high school, it's not free like in the United States. So I continued to work my two jobs. Then one day I met a man that was in the navy who wanted to marry me. I did not know what to do I had my daughter to think about. I had no idea what life would be like with him. I had to be sure that this man loved her as much as he loved me. There was no way I was leaving her behind. I was excited to learn that this man wanted both us to be in his life. Within a few months we were married and in the United States upon him being discharged from the navy .We were off on a new journey together to make a life for ourselves. My husband worked daytime and I worked nights so if my daughter needed me at school during the day I was able to be there. We had a good living. I was able to put money aside to pay for things like soccer, basketball and cheerleading. During her high school years, I was able to purchase a car for and send her to cheerleading camps every year. Then the day came for her to graduate from high school. I was so proud of her...

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