As a child I grew up with my dad because my mom had traveled abroad to work. We weren’t financially stable, therefore she sacrificed and left the country, leaving my dad and I back in the Philippines.
At first I thought I was doing fine. Little did I know that living with only one parent would take a toll on me and affect me in a great way. I started to notice something was wrong when my school used to hold parent/children events and I was the only one without a mom, I only had my dad. I would often see my classmates bring their mother and I couldn’t because she wasn’t around.
No mom for my birthdays, family outings, school ceremonies etc., only my dad. This created hatred inside of me towards my mom.
I basically didn’t know my mom. She did come for my graduations; pop out of nowhere to take pictures with me, stayed for a month and then left again. I didn’t know her likes or dislikes, etc. She was apparently a stranger to me. Without even noticing, I grew up keeping a grudge against her.
In her mind I was being a good daughter, spoke to her on the phone, but I couldn’t care less about what she had to say. I never really understood the sacrifice she did because back then I was blinded by hatred.
I would find myself crying at night and blaming her. Nobody knew, not even my dad. Everyone thought I was okay, that I was doing fine.
When I went to college, I had the chance to live away from my dad. I would only go home on weekends. In my mind I was “Free!”
I was still pretending to be the good daughter so my dad would not send me home. I would go out with my friends, sleep overs without asking permission, I used to say to myself “He doesn’t know anyways”. So I would go out, party and drink with my friends.
It came to the point where I would skip my classes just so I can go out and have fun with my colleagues. I eventually failed in one of my courses. I got a bit disappointed but it didn’t wake me up.
All of a sudden, a call came from my mom. She told my dad and I to prepare ourselves because we were moving to Canada. It was a shock for me. I hated it at first because I didn’t want to leave my life in the Philippines. Before I could get a hold of myself, I found myself drunk for 4 days straight, partying hard. That’s how I left the Philippines.
It was an awkward feeling for me to be living under the same roof with my mom. I was not used to it. But I tried my best to get along with her so when she told me to go to church I went.
She was already attending the UCKG at that time. I was not coming willingly at first, but listening to the messages in the church created within me the desire to change. When I joined the Youth Group, I saw myself being transformed even more. I started opening up and trusting God. As I continue to obey and apply what I learned, I was continuously being molded. With continuous prayers and participation in purposes of faith in the church, I broke free of the grudges and hatred towards my mom. I don’t have the desire to drink nor party anymore. Now, I love my mom. I recognized and thanked her for all her sacrifices for our family. It is truly amazing how God revealed this to me. I love my family!
It was not easy being away from my family for more than 10 years. I had to leave my daughter and my husband behind. For many years I worked but it still wasn’t enough so I had to keep on working, and being far away from them. When an opportunity came to migrate to Canada, I grabbed it. I came to Canada for a better future for my family. I was invited by a friend to come to the UCKG. Coming to the services, I learned to take action and used my faith. After 2 and half years of working, I made an application to bring my husband and my daughter to this country. I also applied for my permanent residence. I waited for 2 years and nothing happened but I still continued to fight. I kept calling the government asking them the status of my papers but all that they told me was to wait. Everyone I knew said it’s going to take a while but I didn’t say a word because I knew God would answer my prayer. I participated in the Campaign of Faith. I challenged God. Five months after, I received a letter from the immigration stating the date of my interview. Right after, they sent my husband and my daughter’s VISA in the Philippines. Now, I am with my family and we’ll never have to be apart again.