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Sep 16, 20197 min read
Where I Was Destined to Be
I was born in 1994 in Lucena, a city situated in the province of Quezon, Philippines...My family was poor, but despite our losses...
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Sep 12, 20195 min read
A Deep Breath
That’s when she married my stepfather who served in the US Military. Because of his job, we moved to the US...
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Sep 9, 20197 min read
To Begin in New Delhi
Unfortunately, the north also houses some of the poorest and least privileged of the country. Labor can be as easily bought and sold...
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Sep 6, 20197 min read
What Is Praiseworthy
For the first few years of my life, all my immediate family lived in a low-income, one-roomed apartment in the city within a close-knit...
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Aug 22, 20198 min read
Bed of Thorns
A bunch of wildflowers left my hands and dropped upon his grave. It was clear that the goodbyes were final. I was burying my husband...
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Aug 20, 20197 min read
How to Break the Shackles
I was expected to labor for the rest of my days and help support my family like every other child in my village. I was not supposed to be...
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Aug 19, 20199 min read
From India to Scotland with Love
Traditionally, Indian families want boys, but as they already had a son, my parents welcomed my birth with all their heart...
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Aug 17, 20198 min read
A Long Walk from Yesterday
In fact, I was 16th in the rankings, including my father’s children from his two older wives, who each had six children before...
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Aug 9, 20198 min read
The Street Artist
I grew up on a large council estate with high-rise flats as far as the eye could see. It was full of crime, poverty, and drug addicts...
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Jul 25, 20198 min read
Off the Island
They say that life is a matter of choices, and every choice you make makes you. In my life—in chasing my dreams, in fighting to provide...
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Jul 15, 20196 min read
A World of My Own
I grew up watching how hard my father worked to earn bread for us. Because he was a mason, my father spent his days under the hot sun...
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May 23, 20197 min read
To Dream Greatly
Ever since I can remember, I listened to the stories and news on the radio, longing to be part of the airwaves. I toyed with the idea...
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Apr 24, 20198 min read
Someday Soon, Venezuela
My country is destroyed—people have died of hunger, died from a lack of medicine, or simply have been killed. Thanks to a dictatorship...
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Dec 28, 20188 min read
Forever
Times in the southern US during the 1940s and 1950s were trying ones, indeed. We were poor. I guess you could say “dirt poor.” I remember...
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Nov 29, 20187 min read
Seeking the Light
My parents were not rich, but we had enough to go around. My dad was a businessman, and my mom taught at a primary school. In the absence...
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Nov 28, 20186 min read
The Truth About Wealth
My father refused to work because he believed if we had too much money, we would be damned, so my mother and I would cut dry wood to sell...
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Nov 13, 20186 min read
More Than the Struggle
My childhood was a long-term nightmare that I couldn’t wake up from. My father was very violent and abusive, so I never had a chance...
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Nov 9, 20187 min read
Onward!
People around me see a beautiful picture of my life. They see a young entrepreneur who owns a nice flat and went to Dubai for her...
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Nov 7, 20187 min read
Worth It All
Growing up I was an extremely naughty kid who loved to mess with people. Most of the time, it was all in good fun, but I remember one...
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Nov 1, 20186 min read
Tumbling into Joy
I was born on August 18, 1988 to a timid mother and a drug-addicted father. My father was in the picture for the first six months of...
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