If you look at my life with 9 siblings, you certainly can't imagine how my parents work hard to ensure we get a plate of rice and fish. Everyone has received their share, sometimes one of my older siblings is naughty, he takes my share. I only get a share of white rice without side dishes.

In addition, with all the financial limitations we have, living in a small house, encourages us to work hard, not to buy delicious food and travel around the city, but to save in preparation for the rainy season that will soon arrive.

The roof of the house made of rumbia leaves that begins to show the sky and stars at night will become a routine phenomenon, we don't need to go to the bathroom to take a shower, because the leaky roof becomes a pleasant bath.

We set aside every income we could to replace the roof of the house, expand the room and do whatever it took to make us happy.

I am grateful to be given limits, limits to not be like other children, to be able to play with friends of the same age. What would have happened if I had been born to rich parents?

It would have been scary, I would have been a spoiled child and not be able to do anything independently.

After both of my parents died, I and all of my siblings realized that we had been given the most valuable knowledge in this life, more than anything in the world, namely responsibility, hard work, togetherness, protecting each other and never giving up to change our fate for the better.

I remember one of my father's wise words, "Even though we live in a rickety hut, the contents are not cramped"