I was born in the Philippines to a very hard working family. My father was the oldest out of ten children and my mother was the youngest out nine. They both worked hard in high school to get a college scholarship, while balancing jobs to help out their families. I'm happy to say that I am who I am because I grew up with many of my aunts and uncles taking care of me or living under the same roof. I had a sense of security, knowing that there was always going to be someone there to love me and take care of me.
Finally, my dad landed a job computing data for an airline and after traveling to many countries and living in some exotic places we ended up here in Arizona. Everyday when I feel down or don't think my hard work is going anywhere, I look at what my parents and know that they worked hard to get here and it's just a matter of time before I become a success.
The sheer fact that I was even in this country was a success and then to find a loving, supportive husband was just icing on the cake. As I work towards my goals, I will always remember where I came from and how it will mold my future.
This blog is devoted to my parents - mahal ko kita!

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