My Wards

They are all siblings, brothers & sisters of a brood of eleven. For a time, seven of them were in this halfway house. Now, four of them remain. They come from an impoverished part of laguna.

Their case is most unfortunate - their mom died in the hands of their alcoholic, abusive dad. Now he is in jail. All of them underwent abuse by their father. Their two eldest brothers became delinquents - one is in jail for being caught in possession of illegal substance, the other for pushing.

The worst happened to the youngest, Leo. Even as an unborn inside his mom's womb, his mom was being beaten up. His cognitive development is quite slow. But he remains a cheerful kid. Sam, the teen on the leftmost is the eldest of in this group. He composes songs and plays the guitar well. it's amazing how talented he could be. Unfortunately, he hasnt finished high school yet.

I visit them from time to time, just sharing the little time i have. Sometimes i bring them out for a Jollibee snack. Simple lang pero super appreciated. I only have mgg/migs to thank for them. Migs introduced me to the halfway house a few years back when he organized a treat for them. Migs divided the kids among us volunteer/adult so we will be big sister/brother to about two to three kids. That was how I met Leo - he was assigned to me (he was about 6 yrs old then). And i grew very fond of him I continued to visit after that fateful day.

I want to see them grow up and to challenge their background, their history. I know with enough support, both financial and emotional, they can overcome the obstacles. I hope I will be of some help. The Social Worker has been very grateful of my presence. And it makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside.