Greatest Gift and Treasure

Greatest Gift and Treasure

          Happiness. Contentment. Safety. These are just a few things that our family makes us feel. A family is important to an individual because his personality is a reflection of his family background. The family molds an individual’s mind, body and soul.

          For me, an ideal family is a bunch of individuals with love and care for each other. Every member of the family understands and trusts each other. The father and mother must balance work and taking care of their children. Each child should get equal attention from his parents. When I become a mother, I want my child, especially my daughter, to confide all her inner thoughts and feelings to me. I want to give her advices whenever she has problems.

          Our family is our most trusted persons. They stick with us even if everything falls apart and gets lost. They give us strength in times of weakness. Our family is one of God’s most gracious gift and our most precious treasure.

The Best You

    Righteous. Loving. Caring. Inspiring. He can be a friend, a brother, a classmate and of course, a father. Someone who trusts me and I can put my trust on. He works hard to help me prepare for a bright future. I can always count on him to be there for me when everybody else left me. You are someone who knew me better than anyone else in the world.

    For you, my dearest father, happy father’s day. It is like saying “happy heroes’ day!” I will not be this same self if I had another father other than you. I’d like to say sorry for all those problems I’ve caused you. I’m also sorry that there were times that I don’t listen to you. But I would like to tell you that I have a feeling that I can discover a part of myself by defying the odds.

    You’re my inspiration. You make me feel confident when I am in doubt. You were the one who told me never to give up. You helped me learn how to stand in my own feet. You are my best friend, brother, classmate and of course, the coolest father in the world!

Sweet Start

Sweet Start

Lub-dub. Lub-dub. Lub-dub. My heart was slamming frantically against my chest as our service drive through the gate of the school. I fought every impulse telling me to run back home. New teachers. New classroom. New subjects. Almost everything will be changing. Everything except me and my former classmates. I hoped everything was going to be all right. I greeted every friend and acquaintance I passed by, which is saying much because I'm kind of friendly. Everyone seems to be excited. Today, I was going to face 26 familiar faces of my former classmates, 8 new ones and 10 new teachers that can either make my student life easier and happier- or the exact opposite.

Surprisingly, I survived the first day with a big smile on my face. At first I was afraid of the new teachers. Well, can you blame me? I was notorious for being the most terror teacher’s least favourite student. Hmmm, that was way back to elementary, it’s a long story and I hoped that I already lost that trait of mine. As I’ve said, the whole day was great. I liked my teachers, the subjects –well, most of them anyway-, my classmates and the fact that I didn’t messed up or anything. I tried to be normal and inconspicuous. The later was easy but to be normal? Next to impossible. I admit that I was being too noisy but all in all, I managed.

Days-two weeks, I mean- passed in a blur. I enjoyed every class and had a good time in the activities we did. To be a junior high school student was a piece of cake, or maybe that was what I thought-for now. I heard rumors that third year was the most difficult stage of high school, but now, I have my doubts. I wish the rest of the school year   would pass as peacefully as the first two weeks. But it was really hard to predict the future, who knows what it holds?

Just be yourself. Those who mind won't matter and those who matter won't mind.