Sofiawithhope
One Life is a long story
Devoted to my Filipino friends, " Blue Dragon Children's s Foundation" and all people struggling with poverty and finding their safe comfortable place and missions in life.
Part 1. Just one cute boy.
He was one of many boys from one of many poor families with many kids, but born in a beautiful country of eternal sunny warm whether and powerful striking tayphoons that smart and strong people learnt to cope with. The boy was from poor yet loving family and the eldest child. Despite struggles he played hide and seek, with sand and swings on playgrounds, climbed trees and swam in sea like his peers in early childhood. The guy was like the ordinary, sometimes nurtured with gentleness and a little bit spoilt, but only a little bit and rarely. Poverty deprived of chances and temptations to spoil too much so that many kids do not become whimy tyrants who do not appreciate time and efforts of others and abuse them, not a whiny prince, not some childish " bubble boy".One day he was only three when his mom slapped him. Lightly for playing with water and wasting, plus being angry she had more to clean.