In The Country We Live In
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The USA is a place where all cultures can be brought to one place, where no one is judge by their race,religion, looks, or where they came from. At least thats what I thought this country was, but I started realizing that my life wasn't like others. After all they don't worry about their dad not coming back one day or him getting deported by the police every single day.
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I learnt the hard way that wanting to be normal is just wishful thinking. More specifically when I found out who my dad really was. Then again, having a child while I was still a kid myself already sealed the deal on being anything but normal. But I was happy, for a moment. Until I was introduced to an entirely new world or worlds that I wish I wasnt apart of but now its impossible to avoid.
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