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🙏 I still can’t fully believe that our salvation came exactly this way… 😭👇 My name is Angela Mae Santos, I am 32 years old. I’m from the Philippines 🇵🇭, and for almost four years now I have been living in the United Kingdom 🇬🇧 together with my husband and our daughter. We left in search of a normal life — not luxury, just stability. We wanted to stop counting every pound and start breathing more freely. Honestly? These were the hardest years of my life. And it’s not about the country. The UK is a good country. It’s just that sometimes life hits you so hard that you stand in the middle of all that chaos and don’t understand how you’re even still holding on. In the Philippines, there was no future left for us. Bills were growing, loans were suffocating us, and our salaries were only enough to survive. One day my husband said, “If we stay — we’ll just sink. We have to try to start over.” We sold our old car, packed a few bags, and left, leaving everything familiar behind. Our daughter was very little then. On the way, she cried and begged to go back home. I stroked her head and whispered, “Soon, sunshine…” — even though deep inside I knew that home no longer existed. At least not where we had left it. The first months were tolerable. My husband found a job at a warehouse near London. At first, I worked as a cleaner, then I stocked shelves in a supermarket. We rented a small flat — old, cold, with mould in the corners. It wasn’t a dream, but it was our beginning. He would wake up at five in the morning, quickly drink his tea, and leave. He came back in the evening with swollen hands and a back that felt like stone. He worked 11–12 hours, moving pallets and boxes. Sometimes he would fall asleep without even having dinner. In the morning, everything repeated. “Get up… you have to work,” he would tell himself, as if convincing himself not to give up. And I was burning out too. At the till — a stream of people, noise, fake smiles. Women with Louis Vuitton bags and Pr
