The Lost Child of WWII: My Life during the Great War

My name is Leonida, but people just call me Nida. I grew up in the Philippines during the great war of my time. I had a loving father who adored me. He was my protector and teacher. He was my rock, my hero, my father. He made me feel safe and he shaped me into the person I am today. Without his love and teachings of what is right, I strongly believe that I would not have what I have today. I may be overstating him a bit. My last memory of him was when I was only four years old, yet even at ...