S-U-C-C-E-S-S starts with D-I-F-F-E-R-E-N-C-E

Poverty. Political Instability. Chaos.

These argon the problems our destitute motherland suffers nowadays.

I remember 1 day I saw a mother and her kidskin walking on the street barefoot, carrying an infant. If you were there, you would probably say Yuck or Eewwww to their guise. Their filthy-afterwar-like clothing which looked like they passed through flying missiles in the disconnection War is pitiful. They are filled with those icky bruises, those types that never see to heal. They search the garbage can, hoping to find left-over foods. And believe me; even the grossest feed (e.g. leftover drinks, even biting nails!) they would eat just to evolve their hungry (and I mean HUNGRY) stomachs stuffed.

I admit that our family also suffers the cause of poverty. I came from a public school but I finished as the second honorable mention. My parents seldom work, and my pal gets salary enough to support our needs for a week.

I mobilise an elementary friend of mine named Leah whose parents work at tokenish wage salaries. She goes to school walking, with her heavy bag. By the way, she is also a top-performing student in our section, well, at least for the first semester. Then, I noticed a peculiar trend: why are her quiz scores low? Why is her performance evaluation going down?

A few months later, our Social Studies (then called MAKABAYAN) teacher nonionized groups for our project. Leah became my group mate, along with 6 others (we were divided into 7 groups, 8 persons each). I became the leader and took charge.

As we progressed, I observed that Leah became quieter. Ten minutes later, I asked for a break, so that I can dedicate a chance to talk with her.

I opened the talked by postulation her softly, Leah, okey ka lang...

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