I was born in the month of June 13 2004 a month that symbolizes new beginnings and hope and the first child of christian and resurrection Dimaano. I am a simple person who grew up in a broken family because my father and mother first met in batangas city because my aunt lived there my mother was only on vacation in Batangas to visit her aunt when the met my father. How ever when my mother graduated from college it was my grandmother and father who marched with her during the ceremony. After she completed her studies, my parents got married that was the beginning of their life as husband and wife and eventually I was born as their love after a year when i was only about 1 year and 8 months my father and mother had a conflict because of a mistake my father had made. My mother went home to Isabela so that i could study there from kindergarten to Grade 1-2 she thought deeply about working abroad and eventually she left me in the care of my grandmother. My mother went to Singapore so that she could support my education and provide for my needs when i was in kindergarten life was simple my grandmother was the one who always looked after me. I enjoyed playing while learning with my classmates that was where i first learned how to write listen to my teachers when i reached Grade-1 my grandmother used to bring me to school sometimes she stayed with me but most of time I was my own some of my classmates often bully me but even if they treated me that way i just ignored them until they eventually got tired of it later on my new friends who stayed with me every day at school. when i was in grade-2 my school life become happier but one of the worst experiences in my childhood also happened i accidentally pooped in school.

I am not ashamed of it because I was still young at that time and did not really know what i was doing from that day I learned, and it never happened to me again. It was also during this time that i started to get sick more often i was rushed to the hospital many times because of my asthma i was frequently confined and my mother always Sent money from abroad to pay for the hospital bills thankfully i eventually recovered and was discharged from the hospital After that i continued my studies and worked harder to improve because i know it was the only way i could repay all the Sacrifices my mother made for me. I always remind myself that every lesson I learned and every achievement i accomplish is for my mother there are days when i feel rad because i miss her so much, but I have learned to be strong and to keep striving even though she’s far away. I value her love and Sacrifices and most importantly i promised myself never give up on my studies. After a year we returned to Batangas with my mother and when our family became whole again it was my first time to experience being with my complete family and spending new year together. I also studied. grade-3 there and while I was in school it was only my mother who looked for job so that we would have something to eat every day. My mother alone was the one supporting us whenever my mother had no work, we would open my piggy bank just we could buy food for breakfast and dinner my mother would cry in front of me because my father had no job. As time passed my mother and i never expected that my father would to the same thing to her again, so my parents never got back Together anymore. On that day i cried because i raw both fighting inside the house. After how many years my mother went abroad again to continue working but this time they went hong kong after a many years when i was my mother came home from hong- kong for my elementary graduation i was every happy and proud because at last she was with me on such an important occassion I dedicated all my achievement to her as a way of honoring they sacrifices her return gave me inspiration and strength work harder in my studies and to continue my journey in high school.