My Angels

It was a familiar scenario, my younger siblings rushing towards me, delighted to see their runaway brother (no, am not a black sheep, i'm justliving by myself, living, studying surviving). The truth is, I went home because i need to go to our neighboring municipality to gather data for our project in Systems Development and Documentation. But I love it, children rushing at you (as if you are the popular Santa Klaus minus the beard, the gifts and the red, white and black get-up) and screaming "Manonnngggg."

We are a very big family of eleven (not to mention my other half bros and sis on my naughty father's side), a big children of unemployed parents. I have learned to struggle since elementary and I'm proud but sad, to say that I live by myself. This is partly (maybe largely) the reason why i'll be staying for seven years in college, thinking and coming up with a decision of which to feed first, my brain or my stomach. Worst among worst of all these is when my brother, who promised to finance the education of our younger siblings, got "married."

Let's end the drama, I'm afraid i might not be able to finish this with the above scenario. So, what's keeping me up to here? What gives me the will and the strength to move on despite all these blows?

Simply, my cute angels. They are largely the reason why I'm here, (being able to write this blog), standing still and walking tall. It's like they're whispering in my ear saying "Manong you got to do your best for us" or as if saying "Manong, no matter how big you are, we will and we can carry you." Just a taught of them and the candle in me will transform into a blowtorch, an inspiration driving me to the highest level of passion and enthusiasm i could imagine. In fact, they are the reason why I'm feeling the morbid fear of failure. I guess it's just me, a lover of kids, or maybe this is God's plan, a very big inspiration for a very big problem - "balans of natyur."