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Chapter 4: Nakpil

Before I get on with the story I'll tell yall a little about myself.

My birth name isn't Jen Nakpil. Its actually JC Antonio. My adoptive father, Gabriel Nakpil, took me in after he saw me in the streets.

As JC Antonio, I was very poor because my biological father, Carlos Antonio, and mother, Mia Antontio, ended up bankrupt. I have an older sis named Camille Antonio. We felt we deserved a better life so we ran away. We live in LA btw. Camille and I lived under that bridge in the freeway idk. She used to just feed me chewy candy or burgers from the McDonald's dollar menu.

One night, I have no idea why, my sister was selling me to some lonely couple. I asked her if she was selling me and she said the most hurtful thing ever.
"Yes! Because you've become a big burden to me!"

I was hurt. Devastated. Feeling out of place. I ran away. She called my name but I chose not to listen. For the next few days I walked around searching for food. Although, I only had 3 dollars left. What food could you buy at 3 dollars? I bought Hot Cheetos with melted cheese at a local grill aka "Korner Grill" and kept walking. 1 dollar left. I would have bought a soda but then I'd be broke. When I finished eating, I fell asleep near a school. Later that night, a car came and picked me up and took me to their home. When I woke up I was confused. Then I saw, Gabriel Nakpil. He's my dad's brother. But they're estranged now. Gabriel was so humble and nice. I'm so happy he found me and gave me the best shelter. I thought to myself,"how's Camille doing?" Now that I'm older, I haven't had contact with Camille or Carlos or Mia in 13 years. It's been that long.

Gabriel also adopted two boys after me. Tristan Nakpil, the oldest and very flirtatious but serious when it comes to work he's serious. Jack Nakpil, second oldest and strict as hell. He's cool too I guess.

Growing up I learned to forget that I ever loved the Antonios. I learned to love a family that actually loves me.

I'm planning to become an architect just like my dad. Not biological, adoptive.

Ok. I'm probably boring so let's get to the part where the story turns around.