A Story of A Girl (Part 1)

It all started with crying. It was my elementary graduation day. The guest speaker was telling a story. She told us a story of a poor girl who dreamt, persevered and eventually fulfilled  her dreams. She told us the different hardships of that girl before she reached her success. It was so inspiring especially when the speaker confessed that the girl was her.

That was the time I told to myself that someday I hope I could inspire people. I can relate to her experience because like her, I belonged to a poor family. I am not ashamed of the fact. Because I believe that being poor is not a sin. It is a driving force to do more good deeds and thrive for the better.   

She was an inspiration to me. Because of her, I tried to do well in High School. I tried to perform the best. I did not have problem with my academics. I used to have problems with financial. Every examination, I had to give promissory notes to my teacher just to allow me to take exams. My mind was prepared but my pocket was not. 

Every summer, I used to go with my mother in her work to earn money to buy school supplies for the next school year. I was a trimmer that time. I enjoyed working in that place because I learned new things. But still, there was always a sad part. I was touched every time, my mother was giving away hers just to spare it with me. I can still remember how we shared two pieces of "tuyo" during our lunch. But sometimes, she just ate half of it just to give me the another half. My mother is always a giving person. That's why I love her more. The only thing I can give her that time was to become the valedictorian of our batch. That was I did. I graduated as a Valedictorian of our class. I thanked the Lord for allowing me to give that gift to my mother.