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Am I To be Blamed?[Declamation 1]
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This story was based from the declamation (Am I to be Blamed) Na declaim ko yan when I was Grade 8 kaya naisipan kong bigyan ng story at magbigay ng aral sa Bawat Mambabasa.
Gian Roleen ay isang mabait, at Kontento sa lahat ng bagay na mayroon sya. Mulat man sa kahirapan, alam na alam kung gaano kahirap ang buhay. Their Family lived Honestly. Mahirap man pero marangal ang buhay.
Kaya nung nagkasakit ang kanyang Ina, at Nagkaroon ng kabit ang kanyang ama, mas lalo silang nag hiral dahilan para makaisip sya ng mga bagay na Mali at bawal sa batas ng Diyos, mahirap man para sakanya ang gawin ang bagay na yon ay pinilit ang kanyang sarili para sa paggamot ng kanyang ina.
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