Rootless AND proud

Rootless AND proud

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Hi, where are you from? Where is your home? What's your favourite country? If you have trouble answering these questions, then this book is the one for you. I am Annabella and I am a Third Culture Kid. I am an American born Indonesian Chinese. I have lived in America, China, Singapore and Indonesia. For my whole life, I have moved around a lot and because of this, I struggle to answer the 3 basic questions that most people can answer. I grew up outside of my home culture and my parents' culture so I have been exposed to all kinds of culture from around the world. However, there are challenges that I face in daily life. I have been through culture shock, losing friends, having to recreate my whole life and identity and above all, anxiety and depression. I began to wonder, Who am I? Am I American? Chinese? Singaporean? Indonesian? Most importantly, Where do I belong? And Where is home?
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A mother who once tried to kill me. A sister who always found wrongs in me. A childhood friend who insulted me every time she talked to me. Classmates who accused me for everything that happened me. The teachers who didn't believe me. I wondered why. Ever since childhood, was there ever a time when someone ever protected me? The way everyone looked at me, I could feel daggers within the stares. I already knew this but it still hurt a lot. After all, I was hated by everyone I knew....or so I thought.

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