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Friday, January 27, 2017

My Future Plans

My hollo is Mark Jayson Albania, nineteen date of age, lives in 35 Balubad passage Nangka, Marikina City. The name of my parents is Alfredo Albania and Rosemarie Albania. I take a leak five siblings, three brothers and devil sisters. I am the 5th child in the family. A family that which people distinguish to bring low and criticize because my biologic get d proclaim was just one of the mistresses of my set about that had, a family that has no everlasting home because we always execute from one place to a nonher. another(prenominal) story of an embroiled family, ordinary scarce for me it wasnt the sorting of family Ive dream of, we grew in a way of quest and sharing attention from our own pay off.\nI grew in a creation of aspiration of a fathers love and care. I was an eight-year-old kid that term when my produce decided to kick her rights as creation our sire. She left us to our fathers supervision, not because she didnt indigence us anymore exactly due to financial problems. My mother has no regular railway line and because she was just a janitress that conviction and her salary was not plenty to raise my sister and I, she state my father has the competence of face lift children because he was working in a company and earning a salary which is capable of send his children to school and obviously he wont decompose to set three meals in a day. This wasnt unprovoked for us because hes not sincerely being attentive to us and some clippings he doesnt really cared at all but in that young age of mine, I know that my mothers decision was not displeasing, but all she knew that my father can gave us the flavor that she cant give. It wasnt easy for me to apprehend those kinds of things that era because I was just a kid then for Petes sake! But my biological mother helped me to understand things each time Im having a hard time making up things on my mind and in that primordial age, I can cite I am sex in a world where I always d umb and trying hard to understand things the way they were and I...

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