Help Me Save My Mother’s House (Help Me Keep My Daughter)

Greetings Barbarians! Long days and pleasant nights!

I started this campaign to save my mother’s house 7 weeks ago and it was the toughest 7 weeks of my life. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve learned that there is nothing to be ashamed of for asking for help. I can’t thank enough those people who supported me, I will carry this forever.

October is fast approaching, and along with it comes uncertainty and anxiety. I’m 7 weeks in and I’m nowhere close to my goal, I’m not even at 10%. I never expected anything when I started this campaign but when a lot is at stake, one can’t help but throw a Hail Mary.

In case you are new to the blog or one of those who like my posts but never read it, I’m about to lose our house in a month. Any day from now, the bank could put up our house in an auction if we can’t come up with the money to pay them. If this was under any other circumstances, I wouldn’t ask you for anything.

I can’t tell you enough what this house means to us, this house is my mother’s dreams and my daughter’s future. If ever I would lose the house, there is the possibility of losing my daughter along with it. As much as it hurts for me to say these words, she won’t have any future with me.

All I wanted in life was to provide a future for that kid. I love that kid so much that I already gave her a name years before she was even born. That kid who I sacrificed my marriage for because I don’t want her to grow up in a house where her parents hated each other. If it’s just me, I won’t mind how her mother turned out to be, I could take it. But for chrissake, she deserves to have parents who love her. She deserves to have parents who love her even if they are separated than to grow up in a house where no love exists at all. I may be a lousy husband but I love that kid with all my heart as if I never loved anyone else.

I never asked for anything in my life, I never saw myself as someone special. What I have, I worked hard for even if I am at odds. When L left because I couldn’t say yes to her proposal for marriage, I took it like a man despite how much it hurts. How can I say yes when my daughter already felt abandoned when her mother started a family of her own. I didn’t hesitate to resign from my previous work when my old boss implied it. They said I couldn’t keep up at work because I’m raising a daughter on my own. I never looked back when social welfare decided to deny my appeal for a solo parent status because I’m a man. Because according to them, men can’t be solo parents. I took it all, no matter how hard, never kneeling, never begging, always standing, like a man. Against all odds, I took it like a man.

Now, I’m going to ask for the selfish thing I’ll ever do in my life, I’m going to ask you for help. Not for a good cause, not to save our house but help me keep my daughter. To be honest, I could take being homeless, I have been twice. I could go on losing my daughter if it means a better future for her. I’m asking you for the most selfish of reasons, help me keep the only joy I’ve known and I have left in life.

A few years ago, I saw my daughter in one corner of our house contemplating something. I saw my daughter at her young age lost in her thoughts. So, as any reasonable father would, I approached her and asked her what’s wrong. As If locked in the most serious of dilemmas, she asked “Papa, how can I get a job in the future if I got no job to buy a dress in the first place?”. As much as I am shocked, I am amused, my daughter at a young age contemplates the intricacies of adult life. Much like any father would, I made a promise. I told her, “as long as I am able, I would buy you a dress even if you have children of your own”. Now, I’m begging you to help me keep that promise.

There is nothing that I won’t do to keep that promise.

Now, I’m not asking for much from one person but rather a little from everyone. So, if you got $10 lying around somewhere, would you consider donating it?

Now, where would your $10 take you? As I’ve said, What I have, I worked hard for even if I am at odds. Besides, my gratitude, I would promote whatever you like until the campaign ends. I would promote your blog, book, business, or any project you might have, here, and in my social media. How much would it cost you to do social media advertising on its own? Mine was more than $10 for 2 weeks. If that is not value for you, I don’t know what is.

Wait, are you saying that’s not enough? How about this, I would take on any challenges or requests you got for me. How about that? For the sake of my daughter’s future, I would:

  • Be eternally grateful to you
  • Promote your, blog, your book, your brand, or whatever
  • And, take on your request or challenges

All for a small donation of $10 (of course, you could give me $100 if you want to). Right now, I’m helping a friend grow her audience, and a lot more. If that ain’t value, I don’t know what else to tell you.

https://gogetfunding.com/help-me-save-my-mothers-house/

If that ain’t your thing and want to help me in the long run, you could check out my Patreon page. You could get access to exclusive content you can’t get anywhere else. Take part in Q&A and polls, you get to decide what content you want me to make. Make requests and get included in the credit section of my post.

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Now, let me take this time to thank Theresaly520, Summerhill Lane, and Helen. Not only because you sign up on Patreon, not only because you donate, not once, but twice or even three times. I wish I could say a few words to you but it can’t give justice the gratitude I have for you. If I could magically transport to where you are right now, I would not say any words, but hug you right on the spot.

I would also like to thank those people who believed and supported this campaign. This is all because of you. You are what binds me together right now, and without you, I would be so lost.

Maraming salamat at Mahal ko kayo!

Once, I told my daughter not to be like me and she should follow her dreams. As if possessed by the wisdom of the ages, she replied “why, didn’t you follow yours?”. The next day, I started this blog and followed my dreams. How can I teach her to follow hers, if I didn’t follow mine? The question is, what would I tell my daughter now? Should I tell her that dreams are worth following or are they a waste of time?

One of the most happiest moment of my married life

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