Of Poverty and Dreams
Well I don’t want to talk more about poverty and Filipinos being poor like our politicians and media people do these days. I only have one last thing to say: I know poverty in the real sense of the word. My father used to earn (on the average) 2$ a day. He took any honest odd job available, bought lottery tickets daily and regularly offered candles and prayers to St. Raphael. He dreamt big and sent us to school. BUT (if he was alive) he will never be fool enough to line up for a wowowee raffle ticket.
In addition, I am a single mother myself but even if Manny Pacquiao was my son’s father, I wouldn’t show up on national TV to claim for child support. I’ll perhaps do it some other way but not in the public’s eyes.
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