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I really can't talk about my mother without talking about UP. She had me at 18 as a freshman in Arki sa UPD. Toddler years were spent waking up very early with mom, travelling from Bulacan to Diliman every day. Often had nosebleeds while walking along AS and Sunken because
I'm a sakitin boy like that. As a single parent, she had to extend 8 years to work for our lives. Mom has sacrificed a lot, like all moms I'm sure. But raising a clinically depressed gay son, at an early age, is something not all moms have gone through. I am eternally grearful,
That I have a mom who knew right from the start that I'm gay, I never have problems explaining Marcos and olthe others to her, she taught me to be interfaith. Kung may problems man it all roots from her being young. May times na, I know, she wouldn't know what to do.
Funny enough, she forgets the little things minsan (raising 4 kids I don't blame her) like one time, na hospital me tapos she bought me shrimp pizza. Di ko napansin, eh allergic me. Tumawa lang ako kasi kaloka. Pinagalitan siya ni doc tapos umiyak siya. That's when it hit me:
Mom had to grow up so early. She learnt how to raise a human being at 18. I'm 20 and, iniisip ko, wala pa akong alam sa buhay. But when she was 20, she fast-learned the world.
Ayun naman eme. Hanggang sa tagumpay, abante babae! #mothersday2020
Ayun naman eme. Hanggang sa tagumpay, abante babae! #mothersday2020
