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
imperfections" "Life is easy" but this was just life warming up. Never in her wildest innocent dreams had she thought that life is her best friend and at the same time, greatest traitor. From a perception of life full of rainbows and sunshines it turned out to be a flabbergast of dark skies and stormy seas.
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
became. My parents realized how their split up did not have a good effect on me. They decided to reconcile and start our family again; I, too, was undergoing a repair. I tried to keep my life back in track again - focused on studying and reaching my goals. I've learned how to be independent and work hard for things I aspire. Ever since I was a kid, I was an honor roll. I did not let the negativities swallow me as a whole; these type of negativities form an eclipse so powerful it drains you, yet I still find a way to keep going. Although it scarred me, these scars are remnants of a painful past yet an indication of how strong I am. I guess that's how life works. Life constantly beats you up and expects you to stand with your two feet on the ground. Life is a funny character