Anne Marie Villanueva Facebook ad: “I’M A NURSE FROM THE PHILIPPINES… BUT IN…”

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😢 I’M A NURSE FROM THE PHILIPPINES… BUT IN AUSTRALIA I CLEAN FLOORS IN AN AGED CARE HOME 😭→❤️ The hardest part is looking in the mirror and no longer recognising the woman staring back. My name is Anne. I am 35 years old, from Cebu, Philippines. Three years ago, I arrived in Australia 🇦🇺 on a Skilled Migration / Temporary Work visa as an Aged Care Worker, with one dream: 👉 to become a Registered Nurse (RN) in Australia. I believed: “Australia will recognise my nursing degree. I will work in a hospital. My son will have a better future. My family will be proud of me.” I left behind my husband and my son, Miguel, who was 7 years old at the time. At the airport, he hugged me tightly and asked: “Mommy, you’ll be a nurse in Australia, right? Just like you promised?” I smiled through my tears and said: “Yes, anak. Mommy will bring you here soon.” I arrived with a BSN diploma, hope, and a plan. The reality was cruel. To become a Registered Nurse in Australia, the process is long and exhausting: • AHPRA skills assessment • English test (IELTS Academic or OET – very expensive) • Bridging Program / Outcome-Based Assessment (OBA) • Clinical placement • Registration fees • Visa extensions 👉 Cost: tens of thousands of Australian dollars 👉 Time: 2–4 years or more And while waiting… you still have to survive. So I worked in aged care. I became an Aged Care Worker / Personal Care Assistant in a nursing home. Feeding residents. Bathing them. Changing adult nappies. Cleaning rooms, toilets, and floors. 10–12 hour shifts. Night shifts. Weekend shifts. Double shifts when someone calls in sick. Pay: AUD 26–32 per hour (including night and weekend penalties) ≈ AUD 3,200–3,800 per month net Rent (shared room in Sydney/Melbourne): AUD 1,000–1,400 per month Food. Transport. Phone. Visa costs. What was left? AUD 400–600, if I was lucky. Every month, I sent AUD 1,000–1,200 back home — for Miguel’s school, food, and reminders that I had not abandoned him. For myself — almost nothing. Miguel started school in the Philippines. On video calls, he would say: “Mommy, I drew you wearing a white uniform, like a nurse. When will you work in a hospital?” I smiled at the camera: “Soon, anak. Mommy is studying and working.” Then I ended the call and cried alone in my rented room. Because instead of caring for patients as a nurse, I was scrubbing floors and bathrooms, despite four years of nursing school. One day he asked: “Mommy, why do you always look tired? Why can’t you hug me at night?” I answered: “Because Mommy is far away, but I love you so much.” Inside, my heart screamed: “I am raising other people’s grandparents while my own child grows up without his mother.” My body started to break. My back hurt from lifting residents. My hands burned from disinfectant. My feet ached from walking corridors all day. Some employers were kind. Others said: “You’re lucky to have work here.” Then asked for extra hours without proper overtime pay. I stayed quiet. Afraid to lose shifts. Afraid to lose my visa. I had a nursing degree, but here I was “just an aged care worker.” Then the crisis came. The aged care facility cut shifts to save money. I was moved to part-time. For almost two months, I barely worked. Savings disappeared. I sent Miguel money for school lunch — my last AUD 80. Rent: AUD 1,200 Food. Transport. I was left with AUD 150 for the week. I counted every dollar: “If I don’t get more shifts, I’ll lose my room.” Miguel called me. “Mommy, my teacher asked why I didn’t bring money for the school excursion. I told her you were sick.” Then softly: “Mommy… you’re not really sick, right?” I hugged my phone and cried silently so he wouldn’t hear. One night, everything changed. While Miguel slept (Philippine time), I scrolled on my phone. I saw an ad — Dragon Fate. I thought: “Another scam.” But I opened the comments. Then I joined a private Facebook group of Filipino nurses and carers in Australia (over 5,000 members). I posted: “Sisters, has anyone tried Dragon Fate? Is it real or fake?” Within 10 minutes, replies flooded in. Four women posted withdrawal screenshots: • AUD 18,000 • AUD 9,500 • AUD 42,000 • AUD 25,000 One wrote: “I was scared too, but I withdrew AUD 11k to my card in 48 hours. No issues.” I decided to try. I deposited AUD 40 — everything I had left after food and Miguel’s school supplies. Not for fun. For survival. I spun the slot. At first, I lost almost everything. I was about to close the app. Then — bonus round. Multipliers exploded on the screen: 25x… 60x… 150x… My heart pounded. It stopped at AUD 1,200. I couldn’t believe it. I withdrew. The money arrived the next day. I cried from relief. I bought food for Miguel for the week. Paid part of my rent. And whispered: “Maybe… just maybe.” Two weeks later, fear returned. My new aged care job started, but the first paycheck was 21 days away. That night, I opened the app again. I deposited AUD 70 — everything left after bills. I spun. Normal spins. Then — bonus. The screen exploded: 25x… 60x… 150x… 300x… 500x… 800x… 1,100x… I stopped breathing. When it ended — my balance showed AUD 58,000. I stared at the number, crying silently. This wasn’t just a win. This was a way out. I played carefully afterward. Two weeks later, my card balance was AUD 114,000. Life changed. I rented a proper apartment — with a bedroom waiting for Miguel. I paid for: • AHPRA assessment • IELTS / OET preparation • Bridging Program fees I bought Miguel: new shoes, a jacket, a school backpack. I paid for the school excursion he missed. On video call, he said: “Mommy, you’re really smiling now.” Today. I am completing my RN registration process. Soon, I will work as a Registered Nurse in an Australian hospital — just like I dreamed. Miguel is preparing to come to Australia. My visa is secure, and I have applied for family reunification. On weekends, we walk together — still on video for now. We eat ice cream just because we can. Without asking: “Will this be enough?” Dragon Fate isn’t magic. It was just one night when I dared to try — not for myself, but for my child. I’m leaving the link below 👇 Maybe… for someone else, it will become the same thin thread of hope that once saved us.

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