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 that it was my eldest brother’s girlfriend who was with me to receive my award.  I was just like a kitten that was lost in the street that was just picked up by someone.  I worked hard to make her proud but it turned out that my efforts were nothing. As my face becomes oily, I was trying to stop my tears from falling. At home, I learned to take care of myself. I experienced to be bitten by long hard stick or even a hanger by my brother. I also even kneel in the brackish rock salt while carrying cabinet in my two hands.

As I entered high school I became fiercer. I even beat a dead horse for my grades.  This stage taught me a lot.  I should take a golden opportunity every time. I can shine even without depending on others.  I can be a twinkling star if I want. But it is not only about myself, there are people who have been my companion in order to experience the sweetness of life.  I have my best friends in high school. We called our group a “squad” these people always put a smile on my face and never let me experience loneliness. I also have my loving churchmates that motivate me to let my hair down though I have a lot on my plate.

Life taught me so many things. I may not receive the kind of a mother’s love I need but I still have friends that become my rainbow after the rain. They are God’s great blessing to me. I strive harder to reach my dream and not to be like my mother. I want my relatives to be proud of me because my mother has brought so many shame that shook them.