my autobiography
I was born on a warm, sunny day in February 21, 1998 in Bulua, Cagayan de Oro City. My father named me Grachelle Ann because he thought it sounded good to me. I am the daughter of Johnson Ocon and Daisy Ocon. I live at Bulua, Cagayan de Oro City. My siblings are John Alvreign, Susie, and Mae Grace. Frankly speaking, we are not the wealthy type of family. My father didn’t get the chance to finish his education due to financial problems but fortunately, my eldest brother managed to graduate in college with the hep also of my aunt from Bahrain.
I started out going to school when I was five. So glad I can still remember a bit of my childhood memories. I first entered at Bulua Central School. The school is quite big and has a large number of students too. Every year we have a field demonstration. It’s somewhat like a town fiesta parade wherein our school, students from different sections and levels compete through dancing. Mostly, folklore dances were presented and I can still remember the moment we danced “itik-itik.” The silliest of all the dances, I guess? Right after I finished grade 4, I felt like I was torn to pieces when I heard the news that my grandmother died. I cried a lot knowing that I won’t be able to see her again. I love her because she was so kind and I love her because of her splendid personality. Seeing my mom in grief because of her mother’s death is so painful to me. It even took months for her to recover. I then decided to transfer to another school. It’s small unlike my old school. The students there are so friendly and it’s quite odd because I was the introvert type of person back then. I gained new friends and also one rival. Her name is Richam Mae. I don’t understand why she seemed so mad and irritated at me all the time. When I consulted my friend Rhea about that, she told me that Richam was just insecure. Well, I just took it as a challenge. When I felt that she was trying to compete with me, I didn’t hesitate to show what I can do. In the
I started out going to school when I was five. So glad I can still remember a bit of my childhood memories. I first entered at Bulua Central School. The school is quite big and has a large number of students too. Every year we have a field demonstration. It’s somewhat like a town fiesta parade wherein our school, students from different sections and levels compete through dancing. Mostly, folklore dances were presented and I can still remember the moment we danced “itik-itik.” The silliest of all the dances, I guess? Right after I finished grade 4, I felt like I was torn to pieces when I heard the news that my grandmother died. I cried a lot knowing that I won’t be able to see her again. I love her because she was so kind and I love her because of her splendid personality. Seeing my mom in grief because of her mother’s death is so painful to me. It even took months for her to recover. I then decided to transfer to another school. It’s small unlike my old school. The students there are so friendly and it’s quite odd because I was the introvert type of person back then. I gained new friends and also one rival. Her name is Richam Mae. I don’t understand why she seemed so mad and irritated at me all the time. When I consulted my friend Rhea about that, she told me that Richam was just insecure. Well, I just took it as a challenge. When I felt that she was trying to compete with me, I didn’t hesitate to show what I can do. In the