My life as a Filipino

My name is Michael Angelo Ilusorio, and I was born on August 3, 2004, on East Avenue in Quezon City. As a Filipino, my life is just an ordinary story, like any other normal kid or adult. Well, let’s start with my family

I was in a broken’ family. My father left us with another woman, and my mother took custody of me. My mother is a Japanese OFW. She left when I was just a newborn baby. She is working hard just to provide me with my daily needs. My father? I don’t know anything about him at all. I just know that I have 3 half siblings from his family. Well, return to my story.

When I was a child, my mother left me to go abroad. She found a stepfather for me. While I did not know, she did not even bother to ask me if I needed a father. Of course, she could never do that because I was still a child. I didn’t know anything related to my family, when I could already understand Filipino words, I understand that she did that for my own sake. While my mother was away, my stepfather looked after me. He is a good person, and I am proud of him because he treats me like his real child. When I was with my stepfather , my mother always delivered to our house money, food, and gaming devices so that I could never be bored because at that time I couldn’t even speak properly and didn’t have any social skills. But when I was a child, I had a few friend, and that was my stepfather’s acquiantance. It’s fun to get to know someone besides my family.

When I was getting ready for preparatory school, my stepfather left me with my auntie to get ready for school. My auntie always woke me up at the right time so that I would not be late. She always prepared my uniform and lunch in the morning. She is a good aunt.When I arrived at school and the class had already begun, I was afraid that I would not be able to make friends, but my classmate took the initiative to talk to me, and I was surprised and talked to him, and we became friends a week later. In years past, I was able to go to elementary school. My friend in preparatory had already left for another school. We went to different schools, and I never saw him again.I lived at my auntie’s place until I was in second grade. Then I transferred to my stepfather’s hometown school and stayed there until fifth grade. Why fifth grade?

My stepfather’s friend accused my father of having an affair and told my mother. I transferred again through my aunt, to where she lived. Until then, I was not able to see my stepfather anymore. My mother again found a stepfather, not here in the Philippines but in Japan. I lived “here” until now. A few years later, I’m already at UPHSD and living a normal life.