When I was young, I believed that my life was perfect. My father is working and gdoing his obligation as a father. My mother is waking up every morning and preparing foods for her family, and my little brother is playing at the living room, contented on his toys.
Gigising ako na buo ang pamilya ko, mabait si Mama at aalis si Papa sa umaga, mag-ttrabaho at bibigyan ako ng baon ko. Ihahatid ako sa school, sa bawat hapon naman matapos ko sa school ay tuturuan ako kung papaano mag-self defense.
Until when I am finally teen, my Father died. Due to fire, nasunog ang bahay namin at niligtas ako ni Papa sa sunog. Nag-umpisang mag-bago ang ugali ni Mama at seven lang si Fiero that time. Akala ko kaya nag-bago si Mama kasi malungkot sya at ako ang sinisisi nya sa pag-kamatay ni Papa, but that trea
