How Did Santa Know?

Hello World,

Ho ho ho ho! Merry Christmas! Did Santa visit your house last night? I’m sure he did ;).

I have a simple Christmas Story.

This is my daughter Sheila. She’l turn 14 soon. Whooaaah! Time goes by so fast! She was a little kid but now taller than me.


Although it is nice that she’s grown up because we can share a lot of things-accessories, clothes,shoes and etc., I also miss her when she was a little child. She only talked about me and always proud of me lol.

She is my bestfriend and we share secrets. I told you yesterday that it’s our first Christmas in this house right? I bought a house this year,big enough for me and sheila. It’s a very nice house but I dont have a budget to make it nicer yet. Yesterday, I asked Sheila if she would hang a sock. She was thinking where to hang it. I told her that in my parents’ house, it was easy for Santa to get into the house because there are holes anywhere lol, roof, walls, floor lol. But here, there are no holes. So I suggested to hang it outside or at the garden where there are Christmas lights so Santa will find her sock.


My cute nieces were here last night and very happy with their presents. I told them to hang socks so they’ll get presents from Santa but they said their mother told them that Santa is not real. ūüė¶ They should believe that Santa is for real.


Sheila put her sock outside before she went to church last night. In the morning, I went to her room to have a cuddle and she wanted to watch movie with me from my phone. But suddenly, she jumped out of bed and ran outside. She slowly walked towards the sock she hanged. She touched it and when she felt theres something inside, she was jumping and running back inside the house. She was calling me and told me she got something.


She’s very happy that Santa dropped by.


She was curious what she got. It’s a lip gloss and a pink mickey mouse hand sanitizer.


She’s very happy to see them. I think she was expecting candies and chocolates but she got something different this year, something for big girls. Hmmm how did Santa know that big girls are living in the house? Oh Santa really have a list on what he has to give to someone and the people living in the house.


It was really cute to see her jumping because theres something in her sock. I told her why she only hanged 1 sock so I got nothing. If she hanged one for me, I would have got presents as well but she said we’ll share the lip gloss so I’m happy hehehehe. She has been a very nice girl so she Santa never forgets her.


She got a very nice smile with her presents. I know that her friends and classmates no longer believe in Santa but Santa is real for nice girls. He does exist for children like Sheila (although she’s no longer a child but a teenager).¬† I hope Santa will come back next Christmas ūüėČ and I will make sure I will hang stockings so I will get presents as well.

Merry Christmas everyone!thanks for reading.

My daughter

My number one fan, My best friend, My daughter.

I became a single mother at a very early age, 16  and I never regret it. I was in my 2nd year in university when I had her.  Life has been more wonderful despite of all the trials and hardships I experienced.

Since she came, my world changed. I was young and didn’t know what to do but every tear that fell on my cheeks, my baby cried with me and wiped my tears.

As a single parent, I struggled financially. We suffered hunger together but she gave me a smile and never complained.


I didn’t stop my studies and I took her with me. She carried my books and notes because sometimes, I just went to school without it. Other children would tease her for being born without a father, for being small, and for not having a family which made her asked me what a family is.


I left her at the public market everyday when my schedules are late. Unlike other kids, she had no toys as I couldn’t afford. She watched other kids playing with their beautiful toys and when attempted to join them, they would push her away which hurt me a lot but she smiled at me when someone did it. She wore second hand clothes but she’s happy about it. She always stayed at the pharmacy in the market and wishing she could buy those lotions and other beauty products for me. It chopped my heart as she’s very thoughtful and only think what’s best for me. She thinks I am the most beautiful woman on earth, the smartest, everything about me was the best for her.

After university, we were separated. I started being away to look for money. She would hold my hand and asked me to stay as it didn’t matter for her if we would be hungry as long as we were together. I was soft at first but later on, I got tough. I needed to leave for it hurt a lot to see her going to school with torn clothes, no snacks and very thin slippers wich hurt her feet. She used plastics to keep her things as I couldn’t afford to buy her bag.

The most painful part of our story was having no food on a Christmas eve. She was¬†6 and I think I was 23.¬†My China adventure put me in debts which left me no single cent in my pocket. The two of us were waiting that someone would knock at the door and at least give me a piece of bread for her. I tried to look for food til I¬†saw¬†spoon of rice in a pot that was not yet cleaned. I then asked my daughter to have it¬†to make her tummy feel a little better but¬†tears running down her cheeks and said ” I love u mama, I can’t afford to have this food knowing that u are very hungry and so skinny. Let’s share it”. My heart was squeezed til no more blood left. I was so young to think ¬†that the world is so cruel to me when in fact I always tried to be a good person. Watching my daughter¬† so skinny and malnourish as she watched other kids having good snacks made me decide to leave again.

I  left again and see each other like once or few times a year. I tried to put a smile on my face everyday. I tried to think that someday, it is not me who will need help but it is me who will be helping people. I walked, ate, slept alone trying to hold the tears that would want to fall. I got only 1 good blouse to wear at work which a friend of mine gave me. My sore feet endured wearing that shoes which hurt a lot when u walk. I tried to survive from hunger and from the painful words of other people who look down at me. I was young, I was pretty, I was innocent.  

My daughter and I got tougher and stronger… The struggle is not yet over but at least I can take her to Jollibee sometimes. Now, she is big and grow taller than me and share some clothes.

.¬†I haven’t found someone who treat her like a real daughter or a daddy she can call but i still hope that one day, it will happen. Someone whom my Sheila and I can take care together. Someone whom we can massage after being tired at work. Someone whom we can ask for ice cream. Life has been full of drama no matter how hard I tried to put a comedy in the story. But me and my Sheila dream together for that LOVE we have been waiting for long time. A Family – Father and Mother I Love You….