October 2

Two days ago marked the day when I officially became an OFW. Overseas Filipino Worker. I was 23 then. I admit, I wasn’t ready. But I had to for some personal and financial constraint reasons. It was indeed like a roller coaster ride for me. I experienced being sexually harassed on the road. Verbally harassed by the Superiors. I experienced having an empty wallet for the whole month, survived with the meals that our company provided for us. With all these, I managed. I struggled a lot, yes. But I managed and even made it to my 8th year, last year.

If, I have to live again, and given the chance to have the same opportunity, I’d be happy to cross the same path with open arms but with a little redirection, maybe.

Now that I am back home, a stay at home mom to my 2 year old daughter, I’m still proud to be tagged with this label “ex-OFW“. You need to be one to understand one.

Kudos to all OFWs!

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Blogger since 2007 | Home-based Marketing Assistant | WAHM | Ex-OFW | Music enthusiast | Cactus and Succulent Hobbyist | A 41 y/o mom of two lovely girls sharing her adventures as she walks through motherhood and having to do most things on her own while her Indian national husband works miles away from home.

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3 Comments

  1. it must have been hard. i am not an ofw, my mom is and i do unerstand how sometimes it can be so tough. i have high respects for OFW. i will be one day.

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  2. That is so true. I do agree that one needs to walk in another’s shoes before he/she can say I understand what you’re going through.

    I salute the overseas workers who sacrificed a lot, endured pain and loneliness. I am glad that you have managed to come out of it unscathed and now ready to tell your stories.

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