When I was in second grade, had this mean cousin staying with us temporarily in Manila due to her major physical injury. I was fed up of her making me slave, the minute my parents left for bible study mission she would scream at me and unkindly words of humilation given I was afraid to tell my parents instead I ran away hoping I will make it to grandmother's place. My home is in F. Manalo compound at San Juan and my grandmother lived in Laloma. My mom teach me how to ride jeepney at early age she want me to learn become independent. I broke my large piggy bank and just like would normal going to school I pursue to the opposite way of T Claudio St and took a jeepney heading San Juan. Just like I was thought transfered to Cubao bound.

Salamat po Ama dahil ipinahintulot mong madalaw kami ng iyong pamamahala dito po sa Gitnang Silangan.  Muli binigyan mo kami ng lakas at panibagong pag-asa sa aming buhay.  Maraming maraming salamat po!

Not long ago I met my childhood friend again when everytime we come together I know a change of event will come my way.  I was living in F. Manalo compound when I first time I met him. My mommy Piling used to have a bra factory in the basement where many seamstress once gathered. However, in time my mom gained athritis and can no longer cut patterns and fabrics so she close the business converted the basement for mini rented rooms.