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I created a dummy account and came across a repost on my half-sister’s TikTok. It said, “I miss you, Gucci. Please kunin mo na si Ate.” (she was referring to the dog on the video who passed away.) She’s only 12, by the way. For context, we had a huge fight, and it got really bad. Nagsimula yun nung nakita ko yung chats niya sa ilang boys. Mga usapan na parang boyfriend-girlfriend na. And may mga dirty talks na. Sinabi niya na wala akong respeto sa privacy niya. Pero for me, at her age, lalo na sa generation ngayon at sa mga nangyayari sa paligid, hirap akong basta na lang i-ignore yun. Hindi niya lang naiintindihan na ang intention ko lang talaga is to look out for her.

I’m a 🍇 victim myself, so I’m really afraid that what happened to me might also happen to her. And plot twist, it was my own Uncle… my mom’s cousin 🍇 That was a long time ago and it’s another story. I’ve healed in many ways, pero hindi talaga completely nawawala yung trauma. Ang mas masakit, ngayon full trust yung mom ko sa half-sister ko, pero dati sa akin, hindi niya kayang magtiwala. After seeing my half-sister’s repost, I was hurt. It honestly broke something in me. Maybe, at this point, I should stop caring. Whatever happens to them, happens. FAFO.

Okay lang.

Once matapos ko yung mga papers ko, I plan to migrate to another country and start over quietly. Wala na rin akong planong sabihin sa kanila kung saan ako pupunta.

I just need to get this off my chest because I’ve been so emotional after a conversation with my uncle earlier. For context, this uncle isn’t even my dad’s real brother — he’s actually my dad’s cousin — but honestly, we’re much closer, and he treated me better than some actual family members ever did.

Back when I was still studying and constantly struggling financially, he was always just one call away. If I needed help for school, allowance, emergencies, or even just someone to lean on, he would help me without hesitation. Never once did he make me feel like a burden or like I owed him something in return. Meanwhile, some of my actual uncles, my dad’s own brothers, barely helped me at all during the hardest years of my life. Fast forward to now, I finally have a decent job and I’m earning okay. Of course, one of the first things I wanted to do was give back to the people who genuinely helped me when I had nothing. So when I received my first salary, I gave my uncle a bigger amount compared to my other uncles.

And apparently, that became an issue.

Some of them got offended and started acting differently toward me because of it. They got upset and questioned why I gave him a bigger amount. Honestly… so what?
Whenever I needed help, he was there. Always.
People love talking about “family,” but where was that energy when I was struggling? Where were they when I was stressed about tuition, bills, and surviving school life? The uncle they’re upset about now was the same person who showed up for me consistently without asking for recognition.

That’s why our conversation earlier hit me hard. He told me how exhausting it is dealing with people who are takers — people who only stay around when they benefit from you or when life is good. He said all he ever wanted was for the people he loves to be healthy and okay in life, and that he never expected anything in return for all the help he gave.
And honestly? I related to every single word.
Because once you start noticing who only remembers you when they need something, you can never unsee it. It hurts even more when some of those people are your own relatives. Sometimes it even feels like they were happier seeing you struggle than seeing you finally doing okay.
I’ll never understand why some people get bitter over gratitude. If someone helped me during the lowest point of my life, of course I’ll never forget that. Love, respect, and generosity should naturally go back to the people who were genuinely there for you. At the end of the day, I don’t regret giving more to the uncle who helped me survive one of the hardest chapters of my life.

If anything, he deserved even more.

I saw a TikTok repost from my half-sister and it broke something in me after everything that’s happened

Ayoko na 😭

Naiyak ako sa conversation ng Uncle ko