Our struggle really started when I was in 3rd grade. My father started having an affair, and he would come home drunk at night and beat my mother, and also, my brother and I. My father eventually left us, so my mother had to go to work as a yaya or a maid, and she could only come home once a week.
The money still was not enough so, my mother had to move to Manila to work to have a bigger income. My brother and I were just left alone in our house. We were hopeless because we didn’t have anyone to take care of us.