Personal Narrative-I M Jewel Hannah Morados Angel

I'm Jewel Hannah Morados Angel, and yes, my surname is Angel like the ones dressed in white with fluffy wings, I am 17 but my height says 14, a pursuer of dreams and I seek the great perhaps... It all started with a heartbeat. The loud bawling of a baby echoed the hallways of a hospital. This little girl opened her eyes to a world that was nearly perfect. She had a loving family even though her parents could not afford all the toys she wanted. She was taught to be God-fearing and sang worship songs every Sunday although she was still clueless of understanding the lyrics. She was a little bundle of sunshine, enjoying the little things in life; enjoying eating galunggong with rice seasoned in soy sauce and oil. She was grounded on the following belief : "Life is beautiful" "Life has no
Who knew life has its version of turning tables? I was cultivated with beliefs in disguise ; beliefs that tricked me like an amateur magician fooling to get a child believe in magic. All of these was just merely illusions blinding me of reality. What made me skepticize life? What transformed this young girl of hope into a sudden cold-hearted angel? It was being alone; being alone in which I never expected I would be. I was alone - alone in a big chaotic world with no one to lean on. The once happy family shattered into millions of pieces that pricked me and my whole existence - I kept bleeding and no one seemed to hand me a bandage. My mom and dad had to go on separate ways. I experience spending weekends with my mom and weekdays with my dad. It sounded fine for them but as a child finding her place and purpose on this world, it was a wreck. I questioned the heavens above what did I ever do to deserve this but it turned a deaf ear upon me. Later, I grew a list of things I've done wrong and mistakes I made. I did not notice, this was what I