My name is Mark Jayson Albania, nineteen years of age, lives in 35 Balubad Street Nangka, Marikina City. The name of my parents is Alfredo Albania and Rosemarie Albania. I have five siblings, three brothers and two sisters. I am the fifth child in the family. A family that which people love to degrade and criticize because my biological mother was just one of the mistresses of my father that had, a family that has no permanent home because we always move from one place to another.
Another story of an embroiled family, typical but for me it wasn’t the kind of family I’ve dream of, we grew in a way of seeking and sharing attention from our own father. I grew in a world of aspiration of a father’s love and care. I was an eight-year-old kid that time when my mother decided to waive her rights as being our mother. She left us to our father’s supervision, not because she didn’t want us anymore but due to financial problems.
My mother has no regular job and because she was just a janitress that time and her salary was not enough to raise my sister and I, she said my father has the competence of raising children because he was working in a company and earning a salary which is capable of sending his children to school and obviously he won’t fail to set three meals in a day. This wasn’t easy for us because he’s not really being attentive to us and sometimes he doesn’t really cared at all but in that young age of mine, I know that my mother’s decision was not displeasing, but all she knew that my father can gave us the life that she can’t give.
It wasn’t easy for me to understand those kinds of things that time because I was just a kid then for Pete’s sake! But my biological mother helped me to understand things every time I’m having a hard time making up things on my mind and in that early age, I can say I am awaken in a world where I always understood and trying hard to understand things the way they were and I’ve been trying hard to act normal and accept those things in my life for the sake of my mother and sister and also for my future.
Before she left and went far from us, she advised us to stay kind, to always obey to what our father’s telling us to do, to join his other families nicely, and lastly to pursue and continue our studies for we won’t have hard times in making a living in the near future. Everything that she told us that day was engraved in my mind that I can’t forget even a single word of it, and as a kid that time I just told her few things, I told her my dream of being a police officer when I grow up, and I told her to always take care of herself.
Upon my growth as an individual, the teachings of my mother were always in my mind and my dream has never changed. I’m pursuing my studies in Pamantasan ng Lungsod ng Marikina as a third year student of Bachelor of Sciences in Criminology. Right now my family owns two kinds of business. A junkshop and a store wherein sports gears, figurines, bags and other stuffs can be find. I can say that my family is stable as of now, which is a good thing. I could see myself as a graduate of Bachelor of Science in Criminology in the year of 2017.
In that way I could start building my dreams slowly, my first plan is to apply for a job which should be related to the course I’ve finished because practically, the purpose of pursuing the course I’ve chosen is to have a decent job and a regular one of course. Then I’d start serving people, I’d start proving myself that being a police officer is not all about being brave, showing off, and other negative comments of the critiques. I’d love to be an example or a role model as well that indicates the good qualities as a servant of people but not as an underdog of the government.
I’d start thinking of things that can help to change the image of my fellow police departments. I know that this thing that I want to do is hard to accomplish but I’ve been dreaming of it since then. There’s nothing wrong in wishing for good things to happen, is there? Well, my course has been teaching me to be a good individual and as one of the citizens in the society I am involved in. After serving people or while serving them, I’d start saving money in the year of 2018, for building my own business.
Of course I cannot rely on the salary I am earning from being a police officer, that cost wasn’t just enough to make a good and enough living to be called successful. How can I help other people if I can’t even help myself to progress? But of course I want my business to be legal. Come to think it, police officers nowadays have been using their capability, position, and connections to put up a business which is obviously an illegal one, simply because they want a sure pull of money.
I swear to myself that I will never be one of them; I am contented with what I would have as long as there’s no one being affected of the business I want to put up. I’m also been thinking that starting a business with my squad is a good idea. Being with these gentlemen is such a real and awesome goal in life. Aside from discussing things about our started business and such professionalism, we’d have celebrations, partying, enjoying life, out of towns, travelling the world and other interesting adventures with them are great. Then a business which we started and managed will slowly become progressive, and then eventually…
One by one, a bachelor is being married in a church, and we were all there watching and laughing at one of our member losing his freedom and turning into a grumpy, jealous, old man with a larger size of beer tummy and a fed up husband from a free young bachelor. That was kinda funny. Seeing them with their gray hair, wrinkles in their face and getting arthritis with them is such an awesome thing for me. I know in this time of my life I will also be having a girl which I can call mine and will serve as my inspiration to continue pursuing things in life. Because behind every great man is a greater woman, they say.
But there will be a lot of complications in here so I just wanna chill things out in this aspect of my life so I won’t discuss this thing any further. Of course I also want to be ready in making my own family, while I’m waiting for the right woman for me to come; I’m slowly getting ready to meet her. I wanted it to be an “almost” perfect family, not like the family I used to have back then. I don’t want my future kids to experience the things and that emotional and intellectual instability I’ve been through because of an embroiled family that I once had.
I want my kids to have a normal life, I want them to feel the love and care of a father that I didn’t had when I was growing, learning things and maturing. I want them to have the things I want to have when I was at their young age. I didn’t experience things I want to do when I was just a kid, so I promised to myself that if ever I’d have my own family, I will never neglect them, I promised that I will never lack attention for them especially to my kids, I won’t cheat on my wife, and I will never choose another woman over her just like my father did when I was young because I don’t want my kids to suffer the way I did in my childhood.
