Unfortunately, my birth parents couldn’t keep me and I was eventually adopted by a Mexican-American family. We moved to Japan when I was three; five years later, our family journeyed back to the States, where we’ve lived ever since.
My mother told me of my origins just after I graduated from high school; as a result, many of my questions have been answered, and I hope to get the rest down in the future.
I have to admit, it was quite a culture shock to be back in America after being rooted in Japan for so long.
I remember coming home from school crying because of the cruelty of my classmates who would make fun of me by stretching their eyes and making fun of my lack of knowledge of the English language.
Once in the fifth grade, the teacher was asking the class what the month was, she called on me and I mistakenly told her it was October, when it was actually April! The shame…
Sometimes, I still have trouble understanding certain American customs but will work to finally feel comfortable here.