My Autobiography
It was a hot summer afternoon on April 9, 1999 a bouncing baby girl was born. That was me, a tiny hippopotamus back then. I was named Eli Gabrielle Atilon that came Gabriela Silang. I can say that I was just a product of my mother’s mistake. I grew up like a puzzle looking for its missing piece. I never knew who my father was and people around me always make me feel left behind. I am the fourth child in a brood of five but my other relatives told me that we were actually six siblings. My twin brother and I were children of a stranger that had aone night stand with my mother. They say that childhood is the happiest stage of a man’s life. But it was the other way around for me. I entered school at 7 years old, I can still remember that I was a late enrollee. I went to school with three pieces of bread and a five peso coin. I always get bullied by higher sections, that’s why I became courageous. Years passed by, I received my first award. I can still remember...