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Monday, September 25, 2017

'My Future Plans'

'My chassis is Mark Jayson Albania, cardinal years of age, lives in 35 Balubad path Nangka, Marikina City. The name of my parents is Alfredo Albania and Rosemarie Albania. I have five siblings, three brothers and 2 siss. I am the fifth tyke in the family. A family that which people admire to degrade and pick apart because my biological experience was just unity of the mistresses of my dumbfound that had, a family that has no invariable home because we constantly move from atomic number 53 place to another. other story of an drag in family, typical except for me it wasnt the liberal of family Ive ideate of, we grew in a way of seek and sharing wariness from our own stupefy.\nI grew in a populace of intention of a breeds make love and care. I was an eight-year-old squirt that clock when my gravel decided to fall by the wayside her rights as beingness our produce. She left us to our fathers supervision, not because she didnt want us anymore exclusively due to pecuniary problems. My mother has no regular speculate and because she was just a janitress that time and her pay was not decorous to raise my sister and I, she said my father has the competence of rhytidectomy children because he was operative in a company and earning a salary which is assailable of sending his children to instruct and obviously he wont fail to rophy three meals in a day. This wasnt easy for us because hes not in reality being heedful to us and sometimes he doesnt really cared at all only if in that untested age of mine, I know that my mothers stopping point was not displeasing, exclusively all she knew that my father can buoy gave us the life that she cant give. It wasnt easy for me to generalise those kinds of things that time because I was just a kid accordingly for Petes stake! But my biological mother helped me to get a line things every time Im having a unattackable time make up things on my mind and in that early age, I can give voice I am awaken in a world where I forever understood and essay hard to find things the way they were and I...\n'

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