Greetings! I am Clarissa Monton, the second child of Mr. & Mrs. Bernardo Monton and currently standing as the breadwinner of my family. I am 21 years old and in my last year of college. I also have 3 siblings in junior high school and one older brother who drop out of college after our mother got sick.
A year ago, my mother died from breast cancer exactly on June 4, 2018. After that we were living off from the memorial donations and funeral refund we got from her insurance company. We got by the rest of the year in peace with some difficulties along the way. The emotional struggle we had to face was tearing us apart, but still we hold on because we could only rely on each other.
Currently we don’t have an income because of our situation. I can’t get a part-time job due time constraints with college and as for my brother, though I love him dearly, sadly he can’t handle getting a job. This is troubling for my younger siblings because of their constant school activities and projects that keeps adding up our miscellaneous expenses every day.
So I’m reaching out to those out there that are willing and generous enough to help us out in our predicament. Any small amount will do and will be appreciated. I have nothing else to offer but my heartfelt gratitude for those who’ll lend us a hand.
Via METRO BANK Account:
Account Name: Clarissa Monton
Account Number: 294-3-294-41949-8
Here's our story if you're interested to know:
It was at an early stage of my life when we lost our father from Schistomiasis - a disease caused by parasitic flatworms. I was there in his deathbed gently stroking his back while he leans on a chair groaning from the pain. Papa was a dedicated teacher and he would spend his spare time at home teaching us diligently. Although he was focusing more on my brother, I could still feel the love he gives me in his own fatherly way. Losing him left a whole in my heart. An unfillable void that no one could fill in. It was the same for my mother. It left her devastated and utterly lost after my father’s passing. Though she won’t show it, I knew she was crying her heart out every night. From that moment on, she singlehandedly tried to raise the five of us the best way she can, but she was swarmed with debts she had from father’s medical expenses. It was heartbreaking to see her struggling right then but there was nothing I could do for my beloved mother. In those days we fall in to a slump that I remember eating salt/sugar with our rice on our meals for days. But we simply don’t care back then. Life was hard but as long as we have each other there was nothing that would turn us down. The young me proudly thought, “I’d eat any condiments with my rice and still be content about it as long as I was with my Mama”. It was naïve of me but I was content. Every day she would make us laugh from the trivial things about life and laugh off all the worries and sorrow. Apparently, we got our optimism from her. Even when she remarried she was a good mom to both us and our step-siblings. We were happy.
My dream was to pamper and repay her from all the sacrifices she made for our sake. It was simple as that and I was hoping for it to happen someday. But reality was harsh. On year 2015, my mom revealed to us an open wound on her right breast after when we noticed her bleeding shirt one day and was hospitalized for a recurring fever for days. She refused to see a doctor all those years and been hiding a lump on her breast prior to being found out. Everything went downhill after that. One being affected was my studies. I struggled keeping up and resulted in failed subjects that I’m too ashamed to tell her. I remember crying to her asking for forgiveness for my failures. But instead of getting mad, she told me that it was her fault that I got neglectful of my studies trying to take care of her. She refused to see my tears back then. It was hard to hold it in with the guilt but I suck it up because I don’t want to break her unwavering fighting spirit.
Four years, my mother struggled for 4 years without ever wavering. She kept on fighting on that it tore us to see her give up on that inevitable day. She left so quietly during our sleep that sometimes I blame myself for not staying up late that night. I was there beside her on her hospital bed when I fell asleep from the tiredness. It was one of my handful of regrets in life. And that day, I was left with another void in my heart.
But life must keep moving forward and now that I’m responsible for my younger siblings’ future I wouldn’t want them to suffer too much from the loss of our mother. There are better and worse days but they always tell me as long as we have each other they don’t mind the struggles.
(A picture with my Mama that I took last year while she was enjoying her day on her hammock)