all hail the law
Republic of the Philippines}
City of Cebu…………………………………….}
AFFIDAVIT OF CONSENT
I, Jean
Louise I. Chua, 14 years old, resident of Sun Valley, Cebu City, after having
been duly sworn to in accordance with law, do hereby depose and say under oath
that:
1.
I am a
subject of adoption by my natural mother Catherine Inocencio and her husband
Leandro B. Perez to be filed before the Regional Trial
Court of
Cebu City;
2.
I hereby
give my full consent to this adoption which I believe will be for my best
interest and welfare to give me a brighter future with better education under
parental authority of my mother Catherine Inocencio and her husband Leandro B.
Perez;
3.
I fully
know Spouses Catherine Inocencio and Leandro B. Perez for quite a long time
already. My mother and Leandro showered
me with such kind of love and affection for the past years. Leandro himself treated me like his own child. My father Alvin P. Chua did not visit me
anymore since my childhood. Neither did father
Alvin give me financial, psychological and emotional support;
4.
I find
myself comfortable under the parental authority of my mother and her husband
Leandro B. Perez as I have been with them for more than 8 years already;
5.
In
witness whereof, I hereby set my hand on ______________, 2005 in Cebu City,
with full knowledge of my rights under the law and with assistance of a counsel.
Jean Louise I. Chua
Affiant-Adoptee
Subscribed and sworn
to before me on ___________, 2005 in Cebu
City.
Doc.
No.__; Page No.___
Book
No.___; Ss. 2005
omg, i’m crying on the inside. sorry to those who aren’t as into this as i am but – i’m the happiest freak in the whole world right now. i have p.t.’s tom. oh sigh. but it’s all good, i think.
p.s. me and bea pages are cousins and soulmates. <3
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Two Tales in One And Two Dreams
“When I was born, I did not know that I was in a small town called “Concordia” (Harmony), in Argentina. I was so small, so cold, and so helpless. So beautiful. In the beginning, everything was beauty and harmony, like me. But for one reason or another my mom was not by my side. I did not know why. If she only had known how much I longed for her. But my strength was not enough to tell her. My voice was too low to claim for her and tell her that the world, that unknown place, was a place too big for me to live in. I cried in silence, and dreams and reality became one. I was too weak to realize, to weak to decide whether it was a dream or not. Cycles of voices and sounds around me, followed by deep long silence. And isolation. Long dark isolation and a waiting room to nothing. Time went by, and I kept longing for her. I managed to raise my voice and everybody came to me, but her. I claimed for her, over and over again, and a new cycle was founded – claim, sleep, dream…claim, sleep, dream…” “I was small, and yet I had a dream. I dreamt of growing up until I became a woman and then have many children. Playing around with them and calling them by their names; taking care of them and being together in life, and forever. But in my dream, the same dream everyday, something went wrong. I looked for my children everyday, everywhere. I asked everybody. Nobody would answer. Anguish and distress were the raw material of those dreams. WHERE are you? WHY is it that I cannot see your face? Why do you run away from me every time I am about to reach you? Farther and farther…
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Two Tales in One And Two Dreams
“When I was born, I did not know that I was in a small town called “Concordia” (Harmony), in Argentina. I was so small, so cold, and so helpless. So beautiful. In the beginning, everything was beauty and harmony, like me. But for one reason or another my mom was not by my side. I did not know why. If she only had known how much I longed for her. But my strength was not enough to tell her. My voice was too low to claim for her and tell her that the world, that unknown place, was a place too big for me to live in. I cried in silence, and dreams and reality became one. I was too weak to realize, to weak to decide whether it was a dream or not. Cycles of voices and sounds around me, followed by deep long silence. And isolation. Long dark isolation and a waiting room to nothing. Time went by, and I kept longing for her. I managed to raise my voice and everybody came to me, but her. I claimed for her, over and over again, and a new cycle was founded – claim, sleep, dream…claim, sleep, dream…” “I was small, and yet I had a dream. I dreamt of growing up until I became a woman and then have many children. Playing around with them and calling them by their names; taking care of them and being together in life, and forever. But in my dream, the same dream everyday, something went wrong. I looked for my children everyday, everywhere. I asked everybody. Nobody would answer. Anguish and distress were the raw material of those dreams. WHERE are you? WHY is it that I cannot see your face? Why do you run away from me every time I am about to reach you? Farther and farther…
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