My Autobiography

my mother got pregnant during her second year in college and it was September 20, 2004. and it’s a peaceful sunny day when i was born in Quezon City, and my mother and father get married when i was 1 year old.

One of my earliest memories is from when I was 1 year old. When we were still living in Quezon City, my mom said that while she was taking me for a walk, I was in a stroller and she was pushing me. Suddenly, a crazy person slapped me on the head. My mom said she was very surprised and couldn't do anything. And by the time I was 3 years old, my mom said I loved to watch TV, and every afternoon I would play with my male cousin who was a year older than me. My mom also told me that my male cousin noticed my many moles and said to my mom, "Where can you buy those?" which made them laugh a lot.

And when I was 5 years old, that's when my stubbornness started to show. Whenever I was put down for a nap in the afternoon, I would sneak out to go to my cousin who lived next door to play. I even remember that whenever I was put to sleep in a cradle, I would pretend to be asleep, and while pretending to be asleep, I wouldn't realize that I had actually fallen asleep. There was also when we were going to be injected; someone came to our house to give us the shots. My female cousin and I were terrified, so we ran away, and Papa chased us. We had no choice but to cry loudly. And of course, I was 5 years old and about to start kindergarten. Mama was teaching me to read and write, and when I didn't want to be taught, Mama's threat was that she wouldn't let me play outside.

Then, when I turned 6, that's when I started going to kindergarten. On my first day of school, I cried because I didn't want my mom to leave me in our classroom. When I was in the middle of kindergarten, my mom was pregnant with my second sibling. Because my mom was pregnant, she often couldn't pick me up, so I would go home with my classmate, who was also our neighbor. Then, when I was in first grade, I was still using a pacifier. What my mom did was threaten to tell my teacher that I was still using a pacifier, so I stopped. And when I was in second grade, I was happy because my female cousin was my classmate, so I had someone close to me. Our teacher at that time was our neighbor, and in her class, our teacher would sell all sorts of food. And when I was in third grade, our teacher was kind when she found out my middle name was Perez because that was her last name. She would always give me snacks. My cousin was my classmate again, but that teacher, when she got angry, would pour water on us, and we classmates would hide under our desks. And because I was naughty, I was happy even tho that was what was happening.

And when I was in fourth grade, my female cousin was my classmate again until sixth grade. She was really my classmate. When I was in fourth grade, we really loved cleaning the CR so we could read. We were the ones who cleaned the CR until fifth grade. When I was in sixth grade, it was my first time being in the last section, and my male and female cousins were my classmates. Of course, the three of us troublemakers would go straight to the river to swim whenever there was no class or after school. I still remember on Holy Saturday, my female cousin's family had a picnic at the river. I wanted to go with them, so I asked my mom, but she didn't let me. And because I was naughty back then, I invited one of my female playmates to follow us to the river. When we were at the river, the child's slipper was swept away by the waves, and I, feeling like a superhero, chased after the slipper even tho I didn't know how to swim. Well, the slipper and I were swept away together, but luckily my aunt caught me. And when we were going home, I was getting dressed, still barefoot. I didn't notice that there was a broken bottle and I stepped on it. I was crying because the blood wouldn't stop.

My male friend was still teasing me that I was going to die, so I cried even more. Then I saw my mom was already there on the bridge waiting with a stick in her hand. She got even angrier because I had an accident. I even told my mom, "Don't tell Dad." Dad was my grandfather, and I was afraid of him because he got really angry. So, the end result of our 6th-grade graduation was me limping up to the stage because of the bruise I got. When I entered high school, I became serious about my studies. I almost made it into the top 10; I was only 11th when the second quarter came around, and there were only two of us in the top 10. I don't know why it was possible for there to be two of us. I always arrived early and never missed a day, so I was always the most punctual and had perfect attendance. Then, when I was in 9th grade, I remember that after New Year, my father (my grandfather) suddenly became weak. When he was rushed to a private hospital, he only had a fever, so I didn't visit him at the hospital because I thot he would come home alive. It was January 5th at 11 pm, I was asleep when I woke up feeling groggy. I heard my mother and her siblings talking, and they said, "Father is 50/50." Then, my male cousin woke me up crying and said, "Nicole, they said Father is 50/50." I didn't feel anything then, but tears were falling down my face. I didn't know what I was feeling. Then I went outside because my mother was going to the hospital. I wanted to go with them, but they said I couldn't. So, my two cousins and I waited outside. After a while, my aunt

When I was in senior high school, because of the pandemic, we only had modules. I didn't take my studies seriously then because they were just modules. I often didn't submit our activities. All my teachers at that time would message me asking where my activities were. I was like that until grade 12. Then, in the middle of grade 12, face-to-face classes were allowed again. So, during our graduation, it was face-to-face. I was happy during graduation because I saw my high school friends again. Luckily, I was still able to graduate despite what happened to me.