I was raised by a responsible, understanding, and very hard working parents. I'm second among the three. My parents loves to take us in different places at least thrice a year (Our Province in Bicol, Baguio, Beach, Etc). We go to church and amusement park every sunday.
I used to serve in church since I was 8y/o. wherein I was taught to serve, to love, and genuinely care w/other people without anything in return. I used to be top in class too.
I really loves to play since I was a kid especially with my cousins who I grew up with. I really loves to be with bunch of people that I can play with.
I was in Grade 4 when I experience bullying. Because I was assigned to do the list of noisy and my teachers used to praise me. I still remember how their punch make bruises to my arms.
I often admitted in the hospital because I'm often sick (pneumonia, asthma, dengue, etc.) I remember how amaze I was to the doctors who treat me not just their patient but as their own child. I see a lot of children suffered.
It was 6th of the March, 2006. Just 4 days after I turned 6 years old and after I was release from the hospital when my grandmother died. That is the time when I start dreaming of becoming a doctor. Every time people around me ask me what I want to be when I grew up, I always answer them that I want to be a doctor.