Sabtu, 23 Oktober 2021

I am Nobody's Child



When I was a little girl, I, my two older brothers, Mom and Dad always lived around, I always lived in cheap places because my dad couldn't afford the rent. I never drink milk and eat good food. My suffering started when 

I started kindergarten, at first I was very happy to be able to go to school because people said school was very fun to learn and play. I went to the cheapest kindergarten where I was the only Chinese in my school.

I didn't know that I was Chinese, I was too young to know that. Until finally one of my friends called me "china". Then I asked my father, why all my friends at school call me "China"? Dad said that I am indeed Chinese not "China". That's when I first knew that I was Chinese, I was different from them. They treat me very different.

No one wants to be friends with me, They always keep the swing and all the toys so I don't play with all the toys.
Once one day I arrived at school earlier than them and I could play on the swing, I was very happy, for the first time I played on the swing. 

But unexpectedly they came and quietly pushed me from behind so hard that I fell far away my clothes got dirty, and my head was dizzy, they proudly and contentedly pointed at me and laughed at me but I never cried nor did I tell my parents everything.

almost every day I experience this sarcasm and I just sat on the steps alone watching them play happily. When my kindergarten appeared on television only I was not allowed to appear, when my friends had a birthday, I was the only one who wasn't invited.

        They came to school with their mother waiting for them at school while I didn't. , so their parents and teachers knew and saw how rudely they treated me, kicked me in the my stomach, grabbed my hair and pierced my face with burning incense. 

        My parents asked about the wound on my face, i said accidentally. That's why my hair was so thin and falling out, couldn't grow and the scars on my face still linger to this day. 

         My Father could not give me pocket money, sometimes secretly, I took people's food scraps that were thrown in the trash. I have never felt carried by my teachers, once someone wanted to carry me because I was very cute and beautiful but when they found out I was Chinese they switched to holding another child. 

      I always hope that I quickly graduate from this kindergarten and hope that in elementary school I get good friends and respect me.

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PART X Click Here
PART XI Click Here
PART XII Click Here
PART XIII Click Here
PART XIV Click Here
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PART XVI 

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