When I'm in my teenage, my father decided to moved me at
my Aunt's place in Pampanga. At first, I'm scared they might not like me. They seems scary but I was wrong.
They were actually nice and they are a happy people. While my father busy working abroad, he always find
time to call me and asks my whereabouts. Eventhough he's a strict dad I can feel his love towards us. The
school year back then was slowly approaching, my Aunts enrolled me in a private school named Arayat Holy Child. The
school looks beautiful though it has some grills surrounds on it. The moment I entered my new school, my hearts beats
faster since I don't know what to say to the people who keeps staring at me. As days goes by, I finally made a friend.
His name is Pierre, he's a hard headed guy and keeps inviting me to go with him to play online games outside the
school during ourlunch break. There I met his friend and soon become my friends as well. They are
friendly and a happy go lucky people. With them, I somehow remember my friends in Nueva Ecija. Soon
after, our vacation came in. My father booked a ticket for me to visit him in Qatar. There I met my
stepmother that is caring and nice. They tour us in the nearby areas and have a small talk. Days passed
and we have to go back in Philippines since vacation is almost over. I bid my farewell while I holding back my tears.
My heart feels heavy as I walked away from them.
