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I'm Mary Grace Jaspe, From Zambonga del Sur. Graduate at BCST College of Pilar Bohol and Currently live in San Antonio Village Makati City.Working as Office Clerk Teppen and Jyukai.
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We were together again with papa. we were separated, I'd wished and prayed for this every day. People always think when a wish comes true everything will be perfect: it never is. Mother Tessie , Father Rudy, big brother Raniel, Five sister Gerlie, Bibian, shelgen, Joy and I Mary grace had waited a whole year in zambongga for Papa to send for us. Noned of us realized it would make take so long. In fact when we finally did see papa again, Joy2x didn't recognize him. She was only Two year old whe Father left Malaysia in secret, escaping the war. On the ship to zambongga everybody had a story to tell. Most people were fleeing from others country because as they said, war was in the wind. mother told our story again and again during that rough sea voyage, as if by telling it she could at last realize we were on the way to freedom. I thought continually about Zambonga. how it would be to live there. On the ship we saw American movies, with brightly dressed people living in a beautiful houses. People sang a lot in those movies, and danced, playing happily with thier relatives and friends. I dreamed of dancing, Playing outside and watched movies too in zambongga. But no I can't do that. at the dock father kissed us all, and it was so exciting! father was wearing a woolen suit and a hat.. He said some words to the bus driver in English. How we marveled! Father was so Spanish, Amirican and Pilipino! We though he must be rich. I expectes to see a pretty white house with a red-tile roof, grass out front, and a weather vane. But when I saw the apartment/house, I could hardly believe it. The place smelled of grease and green soap and stray cats. the stairs were treacherously uneven. Mother said we were never to loiter in the dark halls. the streets echoed with the noise of peddlers and screaming housewives, clattering carts, and huge trucks with their harsh horns. Ragged underclothes flapped on lines strung between the apartment:, refuse from rusty cans burst out onto the alleyways, where little kids played and the older boy hung around, acting tough. Joy was too young to be out on the street alone because she is only 2 yrs old Raniel couldn't be bothered with Joy, So she became my shadow. strange how suddenly we had become poor. And it seemed I was the only one who really minded. but not totally minded because I was 6 yrs old at the time. I vowed, somehow to make things better for myself and my family. because I love my family. I began by doing little played, jobs singing, and dancing in the barangays. I took out the trash of Mrs Zhnotnic and plunked a dime a week into my a little accnt in bank. mother was made as account in each children in the bank. which was an empty glass jar, carefully sealed and slotted on top.