On this day, I went to the USA. I don't know the exact date, mostly because, I was still little, still 3, almost 4, so maybe, September or November. So... yeah.
Anyway, I met my mom, with my dad right next to me. My mom was the first one that went to the US. You know, in our family.
So, this is where I met my uncle tom and uncle Paul. Ones Chinese, and the other is I think Columbian? I don't know, bit I met them.
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The Story of My Life
Non-FictionIts just the story of my life Warning: Has depression and suicidal thoughts. Read at your own risk.
