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Saturday, February 11, 2017

My Future Plans

My cognomen is Mark Jayson Albania, nineteen eld of maturate, lives in 35 Balubad path Nangka, Marikina City. The name of my parents is Alfredo Albania and Rosemarie Albania. I rich person five siblings, three brothers and twain sisters. I am the fifth child in the family. A family that which people have sex to put d sustain and criticize because my biological niggle was just one of the mistresses of my founder that had, a family that has no everlasting home because we always remove from one place to a nonher. another(prenominal) story of an embroiled family, common scarcely for me it wasnt the lovely of family Ive dream of, we grew in a way of pursuit and sharing attention from our own start out.\nI grew in a mankind of aspiration of a fathers love and care. I was an eight-year-old kid that clip when my father decided to precede her rights as creation our cause. She leftover us to our fathers supervision, not because she didnt destiny us anymore simply due to financial problems. My mother has no regular byplay and because she was just a janitress that date and her salary was not adequate to raise my sister and I, she utter my father has the competence of summit children because he was working in a company and earning a salary which is capable of move his children to school and obviously he wont kick downstairs to set three meals in a day. This wasnt elementary for us because hes not actually being attentive to us and some fourth dimensions he doesnt really cared at all but in that young age of mine, I know that my mothers decision was not displeasing, but all she knew that my father can gave us the vitality that she cant give. It wasnt easy for me to ascertain those kinds of things that condemnation because I was just a kid then for Petes sake! But my biological mother helped me to understand things all time Im having a hard time making up things on my mind and in that earliest age, I can say I am charge up in a world where I always still and trying hard to understand things the way they were and I...

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