Once I was seven years old

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Once I was seven years old

July 30, 2020

I was seven years old when Tatay (father) painfully allowed my aunt to bring me here at the children’s village because they couldn’t afford to provide for my everyday sustenance and my education. I knew then that life was hard for Tatay who was a carpenter, thus, I since then, I always hoped for a better future for me and my family.

I can still recall my early days in CMSP as a young girl who barely knew anything.  I didn’t know how to eat my vegetables, nor do my laundry. I didn’t even know how to shower and brush my teeth properly.  Fast forward to today, while it’s impossible not to miss my family on occasion, I am grateful for the lessons I have learned, friends I have gained, songs I have sung, joys and sorrows.

With God by my side, and Tatay rooting for me, I diligently study to be the best that I can be.  I have no doubt that education is the main reason I ended up in CMSP’s care. I am grateful for the opportunity and I hope to make everyone proud.    

Jaira, 15


 (This reflection was written by Jaira in Filipino and was later translated and edited to English by a CMSP staff for publication)

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