not the very beginning.
Our beginning begins on July 18th, 2003. In a small little village called The United States Of America. 😂😂💦👉👌😭🔥
I was a pretty d a n k child.
Joking.
I was a pretty autistic child-
nope, can't make jokes like that either.
I was a pretty sweet child.
That's better.
I was borned out of my dear old mother on July 18th. Already then, I knew I was going to be a gift to humanity, because Nelson Mandela shares a birthday with me, and that's a pretty lit ass sign that I was
destined for g r e a t n e s s
of course, my parents being who they were, I was gonna be a
pretty Asian baby who was destined for g r e a t n e s s
wow an Asian lead character? My that's really cool. My books gonna lose -1Million reads because of that, but we're making history!
anyway, growing up in a Filipino Chinese family was pretty interesting.
You get the expectations of an Asian (only A+ in every class or you do not get to eat the baked chihuahua your mother made for dinner) whilst suffering the punishment and harassment of a fun Filipino family (getting hit with brooms and tsinelas is not fun trust me)
Anyway, living in a Filipino Chinese family was almost borderline illegal. By "borderline" I mean that I probably should have died 5 times when I was a child and if the police found out what my parents do to me, I probably would be in a foster home.
But hey, there's a reason why Asian kids actually have morals. Because our parents fucking scare us half to death, that's why.
I'm thankful for that at least. I know I'm not living the life as a spoiled young millenial that can afford basic things like
-take out pizza
-Starbucks
-a will to live
Anyway, telepoting to the year of 2006. I was three then !
I was the most autistic three year old ever! (Still can't make that joke soz)
Honestly, looking back, I would have punched myself if I could.
Since I was the lucky ~first~ child of my family, I was a test dummy to see what I was immune to. To my three other siblings, be glad you didn't suffer the following:
-belt wounds from my mom hitting me when I was bad
-burn marks bc my mom tried to make pancakes with me and failed
-chinese dance class, it was cute but stupid and I don't speak Chinese
-having your Asian grandfather make you stick your hand up a chickens ass to get the eggs out bc my hand was small enough
Keep in mind that I was three.
To be continued
