All my life, people treated me different because of my skin color. Calling me names like "Chinese Chicken Nugget" or "Chopstick". I hated it, but I never showed it. I missed my parents when they called me names. I have never met my parents and I cry at night because I always thought I did something wrong. I was fat and weird and I don't know but everyone targets me. It got so bad I was ready to die. No one understood me. I felt so alone. I couldn't take it. I cut myself and I was afraid to change for gym. I got in a fight and lost my friends because I was afraid they didn't like me anymore. The fight lasted months, who I thought were my friends ditched me. Always whispering about me. Telling me they cried in front of their parents. They don't even know what it feels like. To not have your parents their for your first day of school. To meet your first friends. To hear your first words. They lived their whole lives with their parents, and I don't even know who mine are. It makes me mad when kids at my school talk about their families and I don't know who mine is. Thanks for reading this.