I was ten years old when I lost my dad to an armed robbery. Right now, I hope they only take the money, not the life of my father. It's been 11 years, but the pain is still there. My father is the greatest person I know. He supported and inspired many people, especially our family members; he is incredibly humble and gifted alms to those in need.

We're not rich, but we lived a comfortable life when he was still alive. Papa instilled in us the importance of studying since it's the only thing he can “pamana” or give. Since he didn't graduate from college, but he became a successful businessman; fortunately, I'm the 2nd (Btw I have 7 siblings) to the last to graduate from college.

Papa, I miss you. I take your life as inspiration to live and succeed. Your dreams for our family are slowly coming true. Life is so difficult without you. I’ll graduate next year, and I’m so grateful for that [My thoughts are pretty messy, atm just wanna get this out]