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!