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His own uniqueness

In a world where we see many faces, being good-looking has become normal for me. But this person caught my attention because of his captivating gaze and mysterious eyes. It's like being pulled in his eyes. Through his eyes, I can see that he is alone and scared like a stray cat in the street. With this facial recognition, we will flip the page of his life life journey and the his secrets behind his dark eyes.

Moreover, his dark eyes are mesmerizing. I can't always tell what his thinking, but I can see it when he is mad, his eyebrows meet, and his eyes I feel how sharp it is like a niddle piercing on my heart . Furthermore When he is happy, his eyes shine like diamond, making everyone feel good. When he is sad, it feels like looking at a cloudy sky over the ocean, you can feel his sadness. When he is annoyed, his forehead wrinkles like rough waves. But once you get to know him , he's playful, talkative, and sometimes act cute.

Lastly, his face looks strong fierce liike a soldier ready to fight into the battlefield. Despite of that he faced many challenges in life, making him strong and brave. His life is like a Ferris wheel, with ups and downs, but he just keep going to reach his dreams.His attractive eyes and bright smile make my heart happy. He like a guiding light for his family, always shining with their unique talents, just like a little star in the sky.

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Reminiscing a Life Well-Lived

I'm a thankful for the people who love me and people that I love I just want say goodbye to this world, thinking about a life full of love, laughter, and special moments. I'm writing my own obituary makes me think about the good things and the hard times that made me who I am.

My name is Charlotte Maca I was born on November 19, 2003 and from the start, I was curious and passionate about making things better. I always tried to be honest, and to be tryingloved, kind to others and understanding, I like new things just like a curious cat.

Furthermore, When I was young, I love playing tumabang preso luksong baka with my friends. Does memories is to prescious , like a photograph flashing in mind that's was so hard to forget. Spending time with them I learned new things and they build me a better person, they're like a candle who guiding in my path in darkness road.

Moreover, When things got tough, I stayed strong and handled my problems with thinking that I can overcome this,. I got through hard times because of the love and help from the people around me, Even though I have many traits they stay beside me to support. I faced setbacks and things didn't always go as planned always think that I'm carrying the problem of whole world, but I realized each challenge as a chance to learn and become better.

Additionally, Looking back on my life, I feel thankful for all the good things I've had and the lessons I've learned. Even though I might not be here anymore, I find comfort is like I'm hugging a soft pillow and knowing that I've made a difference in people's lives and left behind memories that will last.

Lastly, To my dear family and friends, I leave behind a legacy of love, caring, and helping others. I hope my spirit keeps encouraging, and motivating you as you go through life, like stars in the sky I always watch you up there, when your sad look at the night sky, I will be comfort like scarf wiping your tears.

Instead of flowers or presents, I want you to remember me by being thankful, kind, and curious every day. Because what really counts is not how long we live, but how fully we live each moment.

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Shattered Trust: A Memoir of Betrayal and Healing

In the midst of a gray sky and a cool breeze, my childhood memories flashbacks on my mind I remember how the bitter taste of betrayal. Children playing under the sun's, I found myself caught in a moment that would shape my trust in the world around me.

My mother's look at me, while holding a stick in her hand, as I hurriedly tried to escape her wrath and leaving my slipper on the road. The dust stung my face as I ran, sweat trickling down my forehead and with the sweat on my hands. Seeking help in my grandfather's I hug him but he push me , his words is like a niddle that so sharp that pierced through my fragile heart my trust is like a shattered mirror.

Moreover, As we go home, I faced the punishment that my mother give and my grandfather did to me left a big scar on my heart. It was a unforgettable moment, where my trust turn into pieces like a piece of glass.

From that day my trust became like a blocks if you touch it will collapse immediately . Even as I entered teenager and experienced the tender affections of my first boyfriend, the betrayal always flashbacks in my mind it's always haunted whenever I start dating a guy. Always think there's a hidden agendas and ulterior motives, that's I pushed away those who start courting me , like a tarsier clinging on my own sense of protection. Furthermore, Every relationship turned into a fight like I'm fighting in the middle of battle field, because I didn't trust people. I thought they were doing wrong things, but it was really my own fears making me see things the wrong way.

As time passed, I understood that my past experiences of being betrayed as a child didn't have to control my life. Holding onto distrust was like carrying a sack of rice stopping me from growing and making it hard to socialize with others.

Additionally, getting better was really hard. I had thought of making aprogress on myself, but then I end up doing nothing like someone pulling me to setbacks. But every time I moved forward, I got better at letting go of the past and believing in trust again. It took a long time and to be brave and open, but in the end, I felt free and true to myself again.

Lastly, I always remind myself that trust is like a fragile mirror, can be shattered in an instant. But my story will not stop here, there's a lot pages and personality that I will discover in the future. With patience and determination, it can be put back together. I'm hopeful about the future, knowing that even though I've been hurt, I can still love and connect with others..

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His hardwork has leave remarkable mark

Born on November 8, 1992, in Tanauan Leyte, Marco N. Maca he is strong and have determination in his dream . Despite of the he faced so many hardships at young age, Marco he showed his strength and dedication in his dream by working different jobs.

Marco's achievement in life give us big marked in our heart, Serving as the Sales and Marketing Manager at Conie Food Delicacies Center and later as the Business Manager at Leyte Treats of Ethnic Food and Craft Association, he exhibited remarkable leadership skills and business skills . Additionally, his role as a Resource Speaker for Entrepreneurship and Marketing from 2013 to 2015 highlights his commitment sharing a knowledge and empowering others.

Moreover his professional and his efforts, Marco has recognize on his talents and contribution by Winning awards such as 1st Runner Up in Mr. BIOSTAT and Mr. Science pageants by his talent and abilitie. Furthermore, his engagement in community service as the Public Information Officer at Tanauan National High School Association reflects his dedication to making a positive impact. He's like a star that always shines brightly in the eyes of others.

Despite his achievements, Marco, have encountered challenges in life he is like a turtle hiding into its shell, his dreams of becoming a successful businessman, is a proof to his dream and how strong he is . He experience hunger and sacrifice, yet he work so much like a carabao, that strong and hardworking.

At a young age, Marco took on different jobs, Being a pedicab driver, to support his family and pursue his dream. His determination to provide for his parents and siblings, even if it meant sacrificing his own happiness, He's like a tree that needs to bear fruit just to give something to his family

Today, Marco's journey continues as he is a teacher at Catmon Integrated School, inspiring others with his story of strong and dedication. His life serves as a proof that how's strong he is , hard work, and determination in overcoming hardships in life and achieving success. Marco N. Maca is not just a name; he is a symbol of hope and inspiration for many, proving that with giving up is not hindrance, anything is possible if you work hard and smart .He's like a sturdy cement that nothing can knock down because of how strong he is.

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It was around 3 in the afternoon, the sun was still hot on the skin it's like you're being fried in too much heat, as we waited for the bus to Manila. I imagined what Manila would look like and felt excited. After two hours of waiting, we finally boarded. We passed by many trees and rice fields, with the orange-colored sun slowly setting. As we drove past Mount Mayon, it felt like the volcano was ready to explode, like it was angry and about to burst. Suddenly, I was awakened by the noise of the conductor, and I got worried that we might have missed our stop. Thankfully, I asked the conductor, and he said we were still far. When we got off the bus, I realized that Manila was like a busy marketplace, crowded with people, vehicles, and garbage scattered around.

Furthermore, We stayed in Pasay for two days before traveling again to Leyte. I was so excited to board the ship, feeling like a child. We arrived at the port at 4 am, greeted by the cool and salty breeze, the sound of waves, and the rising sun, bringing me peace. While on board, I mesmerized the beauty of the deep blue sea and there's a lot of fish. After we get of in the ship, we traveled again, passing through the long bridge connecting Leyte and Samar, the San Juanico Bridge. My Lolo tell me the story of San juanico Bridge that the foundation of the bridge was soaked with the blood of children. The story goes that when the bridge was being built, many children disappeared in Samar and Leyte. Because there's a woman who managed the construction and ordered to mix the foundation with children’s blood for the bridge to stand. She had her men kidnap street children at night to slit their throats on the bridge site, then throw their bodies over the waterhad , after hearing this story it makes me sad and mad because thier innocent child who want explore the world in life but got kidnapped and killed by a heartless people. Their are like a animal that behave worse than animals do. Moreover while we passed the houses and trees I still see the trace of Yolanda, the damage is like a stain that lingers, and visible everywhere look.

Finally , As I reflect on my journey, I'm filled with a mix of emotions. From Manila to Leyte like child that full of excitement on boarding the ship bound for Leyte, each moment was filled with its own unique charm. The sights and sounds along the way the Mount Mayon's rumbling, like a distant thunder, at its power waiting to awaken, the sound sea, and the haunting reminders of Yolanda's wrath—served as reminders of the beauty and resilience of the Philippines. Despite the challenges it reminds of us the past, and my journey was a proof that Filipino people is strong and that's the uniqueness of us. As I return home, I carry with me memories of a journey filled with hope , admiration and reflection, a journey that has left an unforgettable mark on my heart.

Through My Journey

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It was around 3 in the afternoon, the sun was still hot on the skin it's like you're being fried in too much heat, as we waited for the bus to Manila. I imagined what Manila would look like and felt excited. After two hours of waiting, we finally boarded. We passed by many trees and rice fields, with the orange-colored sun slowly setting. As we drove past Mount Mayon, it felt like the volcano was ready to explode, like it was angry and about to burst. Suddenly, I was awakened by the noise of the conductor, and I got worried that we might have missed our stop. Thankfully, I asked the conductor, and he said we were still far. When we got off the bus, I realized that Manila was like a busy marketplace, crowded with people, vehicles, and garbage scattered around.

Furthermore, We stayed in Pasay for two days before traveling again to Leyte. I was so excited to board the ship, feeling like a child. We arrived at the port at 4 am, greeted by the cool and salty breeze, the sound of waves, and the rising sun, bringing me peace. While on board, I mesmerized the beauty of the deep blue sea and there's a lot of fish. After we get of in the ship, we traveled again, passing through the long bridge connecting Leyte and Samar, the San Juanico Bridge. My Lolo tell me the story of San juanico Bridge that the foundation of the bridge was soaked with the blood of children. The story goes that when the bridge was being built, many children disappeared in Samar and Leyte. Because there's a woman who managed the construction and ordered to mix the foundation with children’s blood for the bridge to stand. She had her men kidnap street children at night to slit their throats on the bridge site, then throw their bodies over the waterhad , after hearing this story it makes me sad and mad because thier innocent child who want explore the world in life but got kidnapped and killed by a heartless people. Their are like a animal that behave worse than animals do. Moreover while we passed the houses and trees I still see the trace of Yolanda, the damage is like a stain that lingers, and visible everywhere look.

Finally , As I reflect on my journey, I'm filled with a mix of emotions. From Manila to Leyte like child that full of excitement on boarding the ship bound for Leyte, each moment was filled with its own unique charm. The sights and sounds along the way the Mount Mayon's rumbling, like a distant thunder, at its power waiting to awaken, the sound sea, and the haunting reminders of Yolanda's wrath—served as reminders of the beauty and resilience of the Philippines. Despite the challenges it reminds of us the past, and my journey was a proof that Filipino people is strong and that's the uniqueness of us. As I return home, I carry with me memories of a journey filled with hope , admiration and reflection, a journey that has left an unforgettable mark on my heart.

Through My Journey

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Life is a journey filled with twists and turns, highs and lows like mountains , people come and go. It's a reality we always see until faced the truth and not everyone we encounter can be trusted, Not all families are truly families

While staying in Leyte, I've learned that trust is you need earned, not freely given. They're like a snake, patiently waiting for their prey to strike, and not everyone caring for you their just using you because they gaining. People enter our lives for various reasons, but not all of them will stay, some may leave unexpectedly, Leaving us feeling really lost.

Life is like storm leaving you nothing and give a big problem. When I was 18 I want give up in life but there's a god and I pray lord please give me strength and courage to keep going in life, the challenges you give and I know God just give me challenges to testing my strength and faith on him. During hard times that we must strengthen our courage and determination. We cannot control the hardships that come our way, but we can control how we respond to them. It's about facing challenges head-on, refusing to let it define us or dictate our future.

I've faced challenges, I've realized that hardship is not a hindrance to grow and progress, rather it is an opportunity for us growth. The struggles we encounter shape us, make us into stronger, like a rock. Every challenge we encountered is like adding a strong brick to our foundation of our strength, making us even tougher and more prepared for whatever lies ahead on our journey.

Moreover, life's challenges guide us to be a better person, additionaly I've realized it's important to be mindful of our words and actions. We must recognize the power they hold and the impact they can have on others. Before speaking, we should think and consider the feelings of others how hurtful of our words, stop harm and be responsible.

Finally life's lessons are often learned through experience. Challenges is not a hindrance but like stepping stone to growth and self-discovery. And as we journey through life, let us remember to speak with kindness and empathy, mindful of the words your throwing may have on those around us.

Embracing my Lesson in Life: Reflection

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While reading the personal narrative of my classmates that entitled " A Journey of Resilient" the story is touching and powerful. It's like a journey through tough times but also finding strength in them. He faced challenges head-on, from grappling with a learning disability to dealing with the loss of a loved one and battling inner doubts. The mountains challenges that he faced and struggle.

However all struggle he faced he didn't give up. Instead, you found ways to overcome each obstacle. Whether it was by embracing unconventional paths to understanding, finding solace in creativity, or seeking help to confront anxiety, you showed incredible resilience.

Moreover your words paint a picture of someone who refuses to be defined by setbacks but instead uses them as opportunities for growth. It's a reminder that even in the darkest moments, there's a glimmer of hope. Your story is not just about overcoming obstacles; it's about thriving in the face of adversity,and that's truly inspiring.You like a sun that always shines.

A Journey of Resilient

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My name is Charlotte Maca, I live in Phase Golden City Anabu 2 F, and I was born in Balatan Camarines sur. I'm in middle child of our family which has faced a lot of tough times.

When I was 8 years old in second grade y mother left us, she said she was going to her friend because it's fiesta in their barangay, I waited for her day, weeks, and months passed but she never came back. I had to take care of my older brother, who is deaf and my younger brother who was only 4. It was hard and I had to learn to do things like cooking, washing clothes.

Even though it was though, I never though about leaving my brothers. They were my rock and they helped me get through the hard times. Months later after my mother left us my father had died my world crushed into pieces, In that moment I felt as if the ground had crumbled beneath me. Leaving me drift in a sea of uncertainty and helpless.

A year later she came back and took us live with her new family, which I didn't know that she have a new husband and had a daughter with him. It hurt so much that at early age we experienced those things. I felt though had been felt stranded on desserted island, abandoned by the one person I thought would always navigate the storms with me.

Life with my mother and her new family was not easy, because we didn't much to eat I experiences eating porridge once a day because we don't have money to buy a food, even though my stomach growls loudly from hunger, I must endure and drink plenty of water to ease my hunger, I had to stop going to school to help my mother sell snacks so that we can buy some food.

My mother's new husband hasn't been kind to us when I started to become a young woman my stepfather was peeping when I was changing my clothes, I was 17 I almost got raped by him but my mother wake up that time that's why mother decided to broke up with him. After that we move in Leyte and my mother went abroad to work she left us with my grandma and auntie's as we lived with them longer the mean words throwing at me it felt like a relentless storm of harsh words ranning down on me, engulfing me in sea of sadness and solitude, leaving me stranded on the shores of depression. When I turned 18 I got molested by my cousin and uncle and there's no one's believed in no one's there to defend nor asking me if I'm okay and what happened, they just blaming me that was my fault that my cousin and uncle that they did that to me, my auntie's they said I'm slut, since then I start to resent my family and I about ending my life I just want to give up in life.

Those hurtful and things that happened to me made me realized I need to be strong, I need to endure all of this to survive and I pray to god give me a determination and strength to keep going, things will get better eventually. Looking back I see that I've been through a lot but I've also overcome a lot, even though I still have scars from those hard times they remind me that I can get through anything. My story shows that no matter how tough things get there's always hope for better tomorrow not all families are truly families.

After the Storm, The sun always shines brighter

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In the gray sky, with the cool breeze blowing, children playing under sun-kissed skin , their sweaty faces and running noses . My mother carries a stick, the dust hitting on my face as I rush to escape her and avoid being hit because I left my slipper on the road in my haste. Sweat drips from my forehead, I wiped away by my dirty hands. I run to my grandparents' house and embrace my grandfather for support, but he pushed me away and told me to go back to my mother. That moment felt like betrayal itself had grown teeth and bitten into my trust for the first time. When we got home, my mother hit me, and that little part of me shattered because of it. The trust that I gave to them Is like mirror that shattered into pieces

Since that day, I couldn't trust anyone anymore. When I was 15, I got my first boyfriend, but I still had trust issues. It was the starting point of our fights because I always thought he had hidden agendas for liking me. He explained that he wasn't like that, but because I was stubborn, I trusted myself more. That was also the reason we broke up, and our past relationships had similar outcomes. Blaming them for being mad because of my exaggerated personalities is like blaming a mirror for reflecting.

That betrayal on my childhood led to trust issues in my present . It started on my childhood incident where my trust was broken, leaving a lasting scars. Carrying distrust is like dragging a weight, hindering progress, that causing conflicts with my friends and family. The healing process and trusting again is challenging, but realized that it's important forming meaningful connections in the future.

Betrayal

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Minerva N. Maca was born on November 7, 1984, in Tanauan Leyte. From a young age, she worked hard to put food on the table every day and provide their needs. Her life has been full of ups and downs, like a roller coaster. She took care of her younger brother and she learned how importance of money and hard work early in life.

Age of 15 she got raped by an stranger and get impregnate, her life was like a glass that torn apart by what happened to her. That cause her immense trauma. She felt like a tree in the middle of a vast wilderness, alone with no one to comfort her or ask if she’s okay. Despite what happened, she became as strong as a tree, resilient against any storm that came her way. The gentle caress of the cool breeze whispers soothing melodies, enveloping her in a tranquil embrace when she’s mad or sad.

She became a single mom and raised a houseful of children. It was tough to support them all while they were studying, but despite the extreme difficulties, she still managed to lift her children out of poverty. She encounter mountains of challenges , one by one, until they were all behind her. She was like a hero, capable of overcoming any battles that came her way.

She is a brave person, fierce like waves that are always angry, behind her smiling face lies hidden sorrow. Despite her brave appearance, she is a loving mother.

Resilient