When I was seven, I was so caught up in my world of fantasy where I’m a princess, a badass warrior or a damsel in distress. When I was fourteen, I used to dream about falling in love and having a big house with beautiful children. When I turned eighteen, I told myself that I will have a great career and will stay independent and happy. When I turned twenty-one and graduated, I just wanted to survive each day.

Now that I’ll be 23 years old, I can’t help but wonder where I’ll be in a year or two. What will become of me? Who will I be with? I wanted to know and at the same time I don’t. Is mystery better than predictability?

All I know is that I don’t want to waste a single moment. God has given me so much that I feel overflowing most of the time. And I really would like to write down all the blessings I had but then the list will be never-ending. Instead, I would just like to thank the people He’s given me, people who I care about, people that I love.

My Mama, Papa, Ate Ivy and Aiz: if they are my greatest treasure then you’ll see how un-materialistic I am. We bicker a lot. We annoy the hell out of each other. But we are still a family. We help each other out no matter how much we grumble. And mostly, we love each other to death.

My Tito Natz, who I feel thoroughly indebted with not because of the scholarship he’d given me but because I know he loves me that’s why he did all he did to help me and my sisters go through our education.

My Tita Nene who is now in heaven. I used to cry a lot because she always forced me to study, to read my books and to write my name. She made me appreciate learning. Without her, I wouldn’t be who I am.

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