REFLECTION NO.

They say childhood memories are one of the happiest memories we can ever treasure. I
could still vividly remember hou, girly and iolly I am when I was 4 or 5 years old. Wearing
skirts, dresses and spaghetti strap top with boots is almost my go to outfit. I've been living the
world for 17 years and so far I can say that love is family. Making my family proud is one of the
most satisfying feeling for me. Whenever I am with them, I always feel the love I needed in

times that I feel so low yet a hug can easily take all the sorrows a\Aay. I am very grateful for
having a complete family, a supportive friends. a great schools to be in, an appreciative and
approachable professors to whom we can freely share our thoughts and are almost our second
parent. I am thankful with the granted rvishes, dream come true and awards I've received that
would never be possible if not because of the Almighty God.

On my first year on the u,orld, I was blessed with having a small family celebration
which even I cannot recall, I still appreciate their efforts in making it happen. We may not be a
family with golden carpet but we are a family with a golden foundation. I am a girl who always
wants to dance due to my relatives' suggestions and to my desire as well. A happy go luck,v little
girl w-ho always wants to play on Jollibee's playground as a reward for my school's achievement.
A girl who always fights with my older brother for heaven knows reason why he always wants to
pissed me off every single time, but despite all of the fightings, I easily get extremely sad
ever;4ime I'm hearing his classmates throw offensive jokes against him. It hurts, and it feels like
it was me they are throwing jokes into.

I've never been a subject for bullying, just merely simple jokes but I was never bullied

and I am very thankful of it. Although, I always have this paranoia of everyone, talking behind
my back. That happened almost 3-4 years ago, and I bet I've already take it off myself. I have a
theory that it is a symptom of not having enough confidence w'ithin oneself. I remember when I
was in grade 9, one of my favorite teacher ask me to take note of the names she's calling but to
my confusion, she scold me for "making faces" that I never really did. She never embarrassed
me, and its noteven an embarrassment to me, I'm just really sad for the misunderstanding that
leads to some painful memory. Despite the negative memories, all of these experiences have
molded me to who I am today. Because I believe since the beginning that "everything really do
happens for a reason"

W;alt?