AUTOBIOGRAPHY

My name is Marinel Acibo Catahay and I was born of 6 th of

March 2006 in Baseco Port Manila. I have 2 grandparents, 1
father , 1 mother and 1 sister. My parents were Ranil Catahay
and Mhalou Catahay. My parents were already separated since I
was a child, I was 1 year old and my sister is 2 years old that
time. The reason why my father decided to leave her is because
my mother cheated. While my father is busy working for us, she
betrayed him and loved another man.

Ever since they separated, my father leave us to our aunt so he

can work and can provide our needs. There was a time that the
husband of our aunt decided to let me and my ate live in a
church for a meantime because my aunt is having a hard time
watching us. But my aunt did not agreed and decided to send us
to their hometown which is the Negros Occidental, where our
grandparents live.

Our grandmother and grandfather love and cherish us like their

own children. I cannot count or even think how many times our
grandparents sacrifice for us.My Lola is always there whenever
we need her. She always make us feel we are complete and
deserved to be love.
I was in grade school when I realized that I should make our
father and grandparents proud. So I started to study hard to
always make it to the top, and thankfully my wish come true.
My Lola is always up on stage to hang a medal on us.

But not everyday is a good day, it was a gloomy day on summer

2013, my heart broke when we found out that my father already
have a new family and they were having a baby. That time I feel
abandoned by him and lost my affection because I feel betrayed
by the person I trusted not to leave us. A lot of questions is
lingering in my mind like “Are we not enough?”,and “Did he
ever think of us?”. A deep thinking of a child who feel
neglected.

A year passed and we lost our communication with him but he’s
still providing us. My ate is the one who is talking with him
about everything. Whenever he calls I always refuse to talk to
him because of madness , but eventually, I started to accept
everything and forgave him.

Every December ,father didn’t fail to come home and celebrate

with us, but since he started to have a new family he couldn’t
come and celebrate Christmas and new year with us anymore.
Five years have passed and he still did not come home. I lost all
of my hopes for him, and little by little I got used to him not
being around every Christmas.

December 30, 2021, my father finally comes home, at first I did

do not want to believe it because I do not want to be hurt again.
But this time it is true,after 6 years of waiting for him it finally
comes true. He made up for his shortcomings.

Also that year, my Tito died because he got shot. I’ve watched
the CCTV video how my Tito got shot, the vivid memory can’t
leave my mind and still replaying and replaying. I think that was
the most saddest new year we ever encountered. The sadness is
lingering in our aunt’s house whenever we come around. I
clearly remembered the cries of my relatives that day.

A year passed and I can see that we are all fighting.. And I met a
lot of friends this school year. We always helped and support
each other. Through good times and bad times they always got
my back.
Okay, probably enough here about me. See you next time if we
ever meet a later time.