I grew up in the Philippines with my mom, dad and my two brothers. Growing up for me was not so easy. I remember at a young age, my brothers and I would go to the farm and help our parents plant rice.

When it was time to harvest, my brothers and I would harvest while our parents did all the harder jobs. We would be working until night time and go home to eat dinner and rest.

One time, my brother came home from the farm with a bloody finger because he accidently cut the tip of his finger.

Even though it was hard work, I still enjoyed it because I was with my family.