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We are part of a broken family. My mom and dad got separated when I was still in grade 2. So that time I was only 8 years old. But it is not hard for me to accept those things because my mom explain it to me clearly and luckily I understand. After that incident, we lived in our lola's (mother side) house in Quezon City. and until now we still live there with our uncles and aunts. When my grandma died my uncles and aunts are the one who is taking care of the three of us and i am very thankful for that. My mom is in Saudi Arabia working there as a nurse so she was not able to see us how we grow. But we email each other to tell what was happening here. And about our dad we have no news about what happened to him. |
