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Nathaniel Baltero.
Nov. 24 '95 [SiXTeEn]
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grritssabrina: prettyyboyy69: becauseimasian: raymiing: jennnifer-l0v3: samichan: Hello, My name is Samantha Jillian Dacudao Elamparo. I am nineteen years old and my birth date was on the 28th of June in 1991. You see me smiling right? Well sometimes, there’s a lot more behind those smiles. I grew up in a country called Philippines until I was thirteen and a half and came here in the United States. What happened before I left? Let me tell you, I grew up thinking my father was dead, and my mother was in another country just sending us money for child support. Little did I know, my parents loved me. I grew up knowing how to do everything, focusing on school, working for our store and what not. This is the hard part, I was always brutally abused for every single mistake I made. Every scar in my body has it’s own meaning. The scar on my face? (It doesn’t show much anymore until you look at me closely) eleventh birthday, My grandpa and uncle had a fight, and they were both drunk. Results? A broken bottle thrown at my face. I have a lot cigarette scars on my legs, I guess it was fun that I was an ashtray. And there’s a lot more honestly. The hardest part about my childhood is that, I was also molested, about almost a handful amount of years actually . Brutal? It’s alright, they are forgiven. I grew up with my Uncles, Aunts, Grandfather and Grandfather. My mom came home once or twice every four years.. she would never pay attention to us, she’d always be drunk and just throw away money like it’s nothing. Don’t get me wrong, I was a kid, money made me happy when she was around, but it also hurt me that she never really noticed how much we missed her. I still didn’t know who my father was. I came here and I was thirteen and a half years old, that side of story? Let me tell you, my mom was a druggie, I was almost taken away by the social service thirteen times when I was in 8th grade until my freshman year. She was a bartender, and she would come to my school dressed as if she was going to work, looking like a whore and what not. Well it hurt me, words were going around school like“Is your mom a hooker?” “Is your mom a whore?” “Does your mom fuck people for money?” I was a sad child. Until one time I couldn’t take it anymore. We always got kicked out from the places we lived in because she was an alcoholic and a druggie. I was in a lot of pain because of this, we got kicked out again this one night, and I refused to come with her. So my mom left me out in the open at some lady’s house. I turned sixteen and this lady instantly said, I needed to leave because I didn’t have a job to pay her rent. On my sixteenth birthday I spent my day job haunting and came back an hour late, she did not let me in the door nor did she give me any of my things. I slept out in the streets for a week wearing the same clothes. It was disgusting, and once again, I was a lost child. Then I came to Tina (My foster mom) She took me in without a doubt. I got in to foster care because the beginning of my junior year, I had no papers, nothing. I had two pairs of clothes that I washed everyday, A backpack, a pen and a notebook. They asked me where my parents were and I simply responded with “I don’t know, I just want to finish high school.”  Then there goes the journey of me being a foster child, and so it began. I was put in my first foster parents, who spoke fluent Spanish with no English. I couldn’t eat when I got home because they had a time to eat, I had to sleep at nine, and I could never do homework. Then I came to Tina again. She gave up her house to become my Foster Mother. I now owe my life to her. After a few months I got a phone call from my lawyer, “We found your father.”  I was speechless, I didn’t know what to feel or what to say. But now here I am, and I love my dad more than ever. You see, people can go through anything. But you can never judge anyone from just what you know. You don’t have a say when it comes to me. Why am I posting this? I guess it’s time to open up after five years. I have two brothers and one sister, I don’t know where Nathaniel is, Jessalyn doesn’t know I’m her sister, And Gene Marc? I don’t even know what to say about that boy. My mom gave away my little ones. This is life, I have to deal with this past every single day. (via samichann-deactivated20120208)









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