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When I was 12 years old

Way back when I was 12, I hated the secluded place where I was born and raised in one of barrio in the province of Bohol. I don't like this kind of living for the reasons of there's no stable internet connection, there's no electricity and everything should be always done in hard work. Just like when cooking, we need to look for firewood in the thicket. For water to drink, we need to fetch water from the well. In going to school, we need to walk far on a rocky road. In order to survive, we need to work in the field and farm in the middle of the heat of the sun.

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