On July 31, 2000, same as the feast day of St. Ignatius, my mother gave birth to me at Cagayan de Oro Medical Center.
Growing up with my older brother, we were mostly raised by our mother since our father is working abroad and he only stays with us for a short period of time whenever he comes home.
On May 11, 2007, something tragic happened to our family. My brother died at the age of 9 because of leukemia. I don’t clearly remember how I felt that time my I remember how my mother cried so hard that she nearly fainted.
I think the death of my brother affected how I socialize with people because when he was still alive, I was more confident before than now because he was always there to remind me not to be shy and always participate in class.
Despite what happened, I still became a consistent honor student in grade school and I try to remind myself of what my brother had been telling me.
I wanted to engage in organizations in order to gain more self-confidence but when I find out that there is an interview, I would back-out because I tend to think that I can’t do it.