I'm a good guy

Part 1

This story will set place in the Philippines, I want to speak on tagalog but it just hard for me to type it in here since I don't know the spellings so bare with me😂 so I will just do it on English.

At the streets in Sampaloc Manila there's always a fight specially kids and teenagers that trying to be in a gang and I was born with the family in the middle class so it wasn't that bad, well it's kinda bad because my mom's family is rich and me and my sister live in the condominium with my mom when there's school but on weekends we are at my dads house in manila.

Btw my mom and my dad aren't married, my mom just got pregnant to my dad so when I was born they're aren't on good terms and when I was at 5 yrs old they just left each other.

Well my mom let me go to my dads house in for weekends or when I did something stupid at school, tbh I like living with my dad with those fans at night pointed at you with your grandma and cousin sleeping next to you at night, it's just the best feeling in the world for me.

I was 7 yrs old when I had my first fight with my friends over some "jolens" those marbles, like really can you guys imagine 7 yrs old kids fighting until they're bleeding and until one of them is unconscious? Yes that was our fight and my first win.

After the fight my dad grab me in the neck and slapped my face then told me "Mac tangina naman bakit ka nakipag-away doon sa kaibigan mo lalo na pinagawayan nyo lang yung jolens."

When I was about to talk back then he slapped me again and told me "Wala ako pake sa sasabihin mo umakyat ka dun sa taas ng bahay at wag kang bababa."

I went upstairs while crying *lmao* after 10 minutes of intense crying *lol* it just really stopped and I just went to feel good because in my mind that I won that fight and it feels so good.

That's the start of my fighting story