Dear diary: book 2

Back story

Hi my name is Jeya I'm 15 years of age proud Filipina from Canada.Before you read my diary I want to tell you my life story so far.I am pure Filipina born and raised sa pilipinas kaya puso Pinoy ako.The philippines was the best place you could ever live in I mean come on who wouldn't be happy with a complete and happy family right? My family is pretty big let's start from my parents.I have both parents still together in one roof and I guess I'm pretty lucky to have them still together.My dad has 3 older sisters and 1 younger brother,his parents are still alive although getting older and weaker every year.My mom has two brothers,mom is the only girl and she's a middle child.My moms parents are still alive but they separated a long time ago so I never see my grandparents together.My grandpa is in U.S with my half aunt,half uncle,and step grandma.My real grandma is in the Philippines living with our house helpers,my uncle,and my cousin.I have 9 1/2 cousins from my moms side.I have 6 actual cousins, 3 half cousins,and an adopted cousin.I'm very close with all of them but me and Cheska are the closest we're more of sisters than cousins.I have two cousins from my dad side they're only 3 and 4 years old and they are a handful.I have an uncle from my moms side that my mom treats as a brother.That uncle is my moms cousin but my grandma took him away from my moms aunt because my grandmas sister has too much kids and they live in an area that's a mess almost like a squatters area because of the way people treat others.That's the main people in my family so let's get on with how I got to Canada.I lived in the philippines for eleven years with eight pet dogs although there are only five now we lost some.My dad is an OFW (overseas Filipino worker) all my life so I never got close to him,he would come home every 2-3years but only for 2weeks so I never experienced having a father.Then year 2012 came where he went home and told us we were moving to Canada. I was very happy at first knowing I could experience winter,then as days passed I realized I would have to leave my family behind.I had to leave all the things that meant a lot to me and I had to leave the most priceless thing God gave to me a happy family.I would miss my pet dog the most I mean sure she's just a dog but I treated her like a baby sister and I loved her with all my heart.Ever since the day we left Philippines I grew separation anxiety and it's not a joke having it I would cry for three days straight I would stop but every time I remember them I just breakdown.We came here and started fresh I went to a new school,a new place to live in,new friends and everything was new.Starting from square one is hard but I got the hang of it till I had to move for high school and be separated from my friends kasi I lived in another part of the city so I had to go to the school assigned to me.And this is where my diary begins.Enjoy!