My name is Juliet Cenate, I am 27 years old and mother of two. I am not really good with making paragraphs but I will do the best I can.
I was born in the Philippines in 1989, my father is an American and my mother is a Filipino. At the age of 1 my parents moved to New York and we lived there for years (sorry memory is bad). Mt mom had a son prior marrying my father, his name is Danny. To make a long story short, we lived in the U.S, mom gives birth to two boys John and Robert which are a year apart in age and we lived pretty well. One day mom decides to go grab my older brother in the Philippines to bring him to the U.S, well dad gets scared that mom wont come back to the U.S that dad then says "Why wont we all just take a vacation to the Philippines!" , sad to say it didn't work out that way. Apparently dad fell in love with the tropical country and decided to stay here forever. So I finished studying in the Philippines, graduated college, fell in love and had kids. If you want to know about the father of my kids, well, he's out of the story.
Moving on, my birthday is July 22. Eventually dad became sick (very complicated) he has a rubber band ligation done on his liver twice, ended up in the hospital twice and on July 30,2011 6:57 a.m he was claimed dead due to kidney failure and a heart attack following it. He died 8 days after my birthday, I even remember fooling and joking around with him the day before he died. Everything went by so quick that reality didn't hit me till the burial. I was daddy's girl, he loved me, provided for me and my kids because I just couldn't make ends meet working with a 150$ salary monthly (yes that's how much I used to earn working at an international known company.. Welcome to the Philippines, especially my city of Zamboanga.) Since he left, I wan held accountable for providing for my two kids, my mom and my brothers who were still in high school and college at the same time and my adopted sister in elementary. I stood as father of the family. I worked two jobs, did sideline businesses selling perfume and make-up and made enough to keep my kids and family fed and sheltered. Life wasn't a piece of cake for me as I fell the weight of the world on my shoulders. 2 years has passed and finally my mom gets rewarded with dad's life insurance and her monthly pension yet none of that entitled to me except that she gave me $500 out of the $10,000 and additional $12,000 to a total of $22,000 she received. In the Philippines $500 is a lot but it only goes as far and a month or two by tightly budgeting and making sure you only get the "needs", and even then I had to budget that.
Life is never easy and I know majority of you are thinking "So why does she wan't to move herself and her family back to the U.S?". I am going to explain why.
I am so under payed in the Philippines. I used to work for two international brand companies and made nothing but shit (I apologize for the language). I could barely make ends meet, and due to being a dual citizen (American and Filipino) everyone in the Philippines have it in mind that "She's rich! She's half american!" That's why I have never received special assistance of any sort from the government even though I am a tax payer and has never been late on taxes. I have worked as a call center agent for a U.S based call center, I had to move away from home leaving my children with my mom to work thousands of miles away from my family to only receive $300 a month, I had to pay rent in the city I worked in, bills and everything plus send money to my kids. I have experienced making noodle snack and selling them to convenient stores as a sideline to earn extra.. I am willing to do anything for my family.
In 2013, something tragic happened to my city, me and my two young boys have experienced first hand a 28 days crisis. A non-stop bombing and gunfire for 28 days straight, the experience was traumatizing. I would cry at night wondering if it was the end for me and my children, and what was difficult was that no stores were open, food was an issue. I would stick to just eating rice and rice porridge because that was all that we had to eat, sometimes we would go a night without eating to save what we had. No milk, eggs or noodles. Just rice, we would get lucky if we could get relief goods from generous people.. The food would last 3-4 days budgeted wisely. Eating canned sardines and instant noodles wasn't healthy, but it was better than nothing. The war passed and the hardest part was picking up after the incident. After that passed, my life mainly went back to normal.
A few years have passed, leading up to this year. The Philippines and myself voted for a President who we thought would make our country better, but from the current experiences on the war on drugs has yet left another mark on my life, close friends have perished, loved ones lost and having my children exposed to war and death is not healthy for their young minds. Its giving them a mindset that killing is okay, and I don't want them growing up thinking that the past incidents they have experienced is something okay. The wars on drugs passed and things started to fall back in place until May 24, 2017 at 10:00 P.M, President Rodrigo Duterte has declared Martial Law due to a minor crisis in our island Mindanao in a city called Marawi which is 10 -12 hour drive away from my city. His explanation is that the war between the Philippine Government and the Muslim extremists has lasted 50 years and has not came up with a resolution and explaining that he is going to end it by engaging in all out war or a whipe-out. This leaves m to think that someting big is going to happen and not just that but I also think the Philippine President is power hungry. I know these are just assumptions but should I wait and see what happens and be too late to leave the Philippines? I cant say anything more but post evidence of what our president wants. I cant risk my childrens life. I can't risk my life, I cant expose my children to this kind of living. I want to go home, work as anything than be here wondering if my life will get any better than this.
For those who have kids of their own, try to put yourself in my shoes. Would you take the risk?
So, I am setting a goal of 7000 USD as a starting fund for us to prepare and cover costs to get documents done and tickets and taxes needed to go to the U.S and a small start off ammount to get ourselves situated in the U.S. I have wonderful family and friends in N.Y that are willing to help me out but I cant rely on them for everything and I wont. So I am comming to you, as a mother to another mother or parent.. help me give my children a slightly better life than this.
I will update weekly on the goals and actions I am taking and I will ensure you that all of this will go to relocating to the U.S. I will take photos and videos and a documntary of what actions I will be doing next assuring you that your donation will be used on this main purpose. My goal is 7,000 USD as estimation, the limit might increase if needed but I doubt I will need anything more than that. Thank you for reading this and thank you for your kind hearted support.