#helpmia

Not my usual post but if you can help my little buddy Mia it would be greatly appreciated 🧡 Mia has a brain tumor and they’ve said it’s inoperable, her quality of life has declined and will only continue to do so. Any help you can give would be amazing, thank you all in advance!

Hi, my name's Mia. I'm 23 turning 24 this year. I've given this a good thought, before writing my story here. I am planning to go back home to Malaysia after being deported back due to visa problems, in the hopes of continuing my long with held education. However, doing so would require a huge financial aid. You see, my sister is now in Malaysia, currently in her first Degree semester. My mom's now jobless, staying with my grandma without any income. My dad's still working at MSU. My parents loaned from a couple of friends, even from the bank, for my sis's Degree. And me? I am stuck here in Philippines. Still dreaming of finally getting my foot to college. Wanting to go back home. Homesick. Here's my story : I was 5 when my mom decided to bring the whole family out of Philippines. My sister was 7 and my dad was doing odd jobs. My mom got a job offer in Malaysia as a Spanish lecturer in Universiti Putra Malaysia (UPM). I didn't attend kindergarten for some reason which my parents never told me, but despite all of that, my mom taught me how to read & write. My sister attended 3rd Grade primary school and by that time my dad was still jobless. During 2 years of my life in Malaysia, we moved houses. We never owned a house we could call our own, until my parents found a flat to rent for their 2 kids. Despite all that, we couldn't afford the house on our own, we had other filipino tenants as well to chip in the house fees.My parents never had the chance to bank for both me and my sis, their wages couldn't afford to save for us. So more or less, we were living off my mother's wages. Everything we bought, was for the present. Not for the future. It was like we were living for the present life. Forward a few years, my dad decided to continue his Masteral studies in UPM. I was just starting high school. When my sister finished high school, she wanted to further her studies, but due to financial problems her options were limited. But she did finished Tourism 1 year and a half later. When I had finished high school, I was devastated because I could not pursue my dreams my parents still couldn't afford it. My dad was pursuing his Ph.D in UPM which requires tuition fees. My mother was still working in UPM. It was hard for me because I had goals, but I couldn't reach any of them because of the financial hiccup my family has been facing with for years and years. So I decided to put my education on hold and started work at 18. My sister & I worked together & in our cash to help pay for the bills. I worked and withheld my education for 5 years, just so that my parents wouldn't feel more burden on the expenses. The locals view me as a foreigner, ironically I never felt foreign. I've always felt Malaysian. I've always felt at home. Although I was never far from being reminded what I was. I stayed in Malaysia for 18 years of my life and I find myself as a resident, sadly my dependent visa didn't say so. You see, the university my mom was working for ended her contract a few months early without proper notice, stating that my mom had mailed in a resignation letter. My mother, who worked for the university for 18 years without complain, was sacked without proper assurance. My dad was already back in the Philippines working as a lecturer in Mindanao State University when this happened. Our lives as a family was disturbed. Our visa's were expiring in 3 months and we only had that much time to pack in 18 years of our belongings and settle what we can. I had to quit my job knowing that my time in Malaysia was going to an end. Every second was precious, I cherished every single moment I had left. This twist of our lives took a toll on my mom. She got more anxious, loss weight and she was bewildered most of the time. Me and my sister had to take extra care of her. Minding her meals, always reminding her that things would turn out fine. It was never easy for me to watch my mom in distress. It was heart breaking. I figured, maybe this was a wake up call for me to stop putting my education on hold.  Maybe this was the time to work on my application. So I did. I applied for Diploma in Fashion Design at Malaysian Institute or Art (MIA) and paid for the application fees which I have saved up for while I was working. I hoped for so much. When it was time for us to leave, I cried so much. I had to leave everything and everyone I loved. It was painful. Being torn away from home to a place you aren't familiar with, not knowing when you will be back. It was torture for me. I am now back in my homeland, Philippines. It's been 8 months since I left home. My application in MIA didn't end up productive. I cancelled my application due to the institute's hiccup with Ministry Of Education (MOE). Now I've re-applied at another local institute. The only thing that's holding me down is financial support. I believe no one should be deprived from Education and this is why I ask of your help to help me to come home, to help fund me for my education. My Diploma in Fashion Design lasts for 2.5 years (inclusive of internship) and the total tuition fees sum up to approximately GBP 11,000. Initially, I was set on April 2015 intake, however, my parents could not come up with the application fees in time so I have no choice but to push for August 2015 intake. I will figure out how to cover for the application fee, books & etc on my own. It's just the tuition fees that's quite gutting. Upon registration, I also have to pay an approx amount of GBP 3,000, which is fractioned from the total tuition fees. I dont have to get the exact amount of GBP 11,000, initial goal was GBP 9k and I'm set to work out the remaining payments on my own. If you can kindly help me by DONATING for my cause, I would be very grateful. Any amount helps heaps, I can't thank you guys enough or show you my gratitude through words. God knows how badly I dream for this. Here’s the link where you can donate.. OR DO SHARE.