From the slums of Manila to the courtrooms of Mindanao, my mother took a long and arduous journey. She’d joke that as her peers moved out of the country, she moved deeper to the provinces.
When she was a child, she was a batang Sampaloc. From elementary up to the time she graduated in college, she walked to and from school. She became a scholar of the Pamantasan ng Lungsod ng Maynila and walked in her cheap shoes made of carton soles from Sampaloc to Intramuros.
When she got her first job in the government, she was assigned to Davao City. Because she had no family and friends here, she decided to take up Law to pass the time. She graduated and failed the Bar exams on her first try. She took it again and passed. Nobody knew her in Davao City.
But after more than 20 years, she’s now a Regional Trial Court Judge.
I’m now a lawyer, too, but I never experienced the same struggle as she did because she made our lives comfortable through her efforts.