When you ask a child to choose between reading a book and playing with a toy, which object would be chosen more? While growing up, I was raised by my grandparents, because my parents worked in the fields outside the city most of the time. I didn't have as many toys as other kids, but I definitely made the most of what I had. My grandmother had different values ​​and raised me to think about the important things in life, rather than just toys that come and go. My grandmother believed that reading and writing should be an adventure in itself. My grandmother, who I called Inang, always preached how important reading was to all her grandchildren. Even though he didn't finish school, due to some unfortunate... how lucky we were to live here and all the education they provided for free. He said, “When I attended school in the Philippines, I only had 5 pesos, enough for 2 sheets of paper and a pencil.” Then he continued: "We walked miles to school barefoot because we only had one pair and we didn't want to wear them out so quickly." The struggle was extreme and that lifestyle was not suitable for his family. Inang always said, “Reading makes you really smart and you need it everywhere!” Education was a top priority on Inang's list, so what could be more exciting than getting your first library card? I was so excited I wanted to skip breakfast and go to the library. Of course, my grandmother never failed to tell us that every meal was important, especially breakfast. I swallowed my toast, eggs and bacon, I don't even remember chewing. I drank fresh orange juice from my grandfather's garden and got dressed. It was a hot summer morning, so while my grandmother finished preparing my cousin's and I took our little umbrella to carry around for shade and played outside on our grandfather's front lawn where it was full of beautiful bushy roses. My grandmother comes out with her pink bell-bottoms and shorts with flowers printed in the same color as the pants, she shouts: “OK, let's go! Someone has to pee?