Autobiography

It was October 30, 2004, when I first came into this world. My parents were filled with happiness as they held me for the first time. From that very moment, my story began. As a baby, I was very emotional. I cried a lot, whether I was hungry, sleepy, or simply uncomfortable. But my parents never failed to be there for me. They comforted me whenever I cried, cared for me whenever I was sick, and celebrated with me during my little moments of joy. Looking back, I know those early years weren’t easy for them, but they gave me all the love I needed.

My childhood was simple, but it was also filled with fun and laughter. I loved playing outside with my friends. We played until the sun went down, and sometimes even longer. My mother would often get mad at me because I didn’t come home early. I still remember how she would fetch me from the neighborhood with a stick in her hand, trying to scare me so I would finally stop playing. Even if I was a little scared at the time, I now find those moments funny. Childhood was carefree. I didn’t think about problems or responsibilities. All I cared about was running around, playing games, and enjoying my favorite food. Life was simple, and every single day felt like a new adventure waiting to happen.

When I was six years old, I entered elementary school. I was so excited. Everything was new—my bag, my shoes, and all my school supplies. It felt like I was starting a big journey. In school, I gained more playmates and slowly built friendships, some of which I still treasure today. Of course, I wasn’t always a model student. I remember one time when my teacher hit my hand because I kept playing instead of focusing on my lessons. The truth was, I was more excited to go to school to play with my classmates after class rather than study.

But there were good moments too. At the end of every school year, my mother would proudly go on stage with me to receive my awards. I could see how happy she was each time, and those moments gave me the motivation to keep trying. But life also brought challenges. When I was in Grade 6, my father’s eyesight started getting blurry. It became hard for him to do many things. My mother then made the tough decision to work abroad. She explained that she needed to go to support our studies and our family’s needs. I was sad when she left, and it was difficult at first, but I understood that she did it for us.

April 2017 was one of the most memorable moments of my life—I graduated from elementary. That day was special because my father, despite his poor eyesight, went with me on stage to receive my award. Even though he couldn’t see clearly anymore, he still joined me proudly. I can still picture his smile when I placed the medal around his neck. I knew how proud he was of me, and that moment became one of my biggest inspirations. I promised myself to continue working hard in my studies because of him.