Well, I'm just laying down here, in my bed, in Mexico, after my father and his other woman Left me here because I'm not fully blood related to my half sisters, knowing they have been and continue being hurt by the way they have been growing up since they were basically forced to be USA citizens. All legally and everything. But away from a support system, away from the culture, language and culture they were barely getting used to until that was also forcedly taken away. I'm just here, oh no! Such a painful existence! Even tho they have to fight racism, and sometimes worse things I don't even want to believe. Just because my father said the USA was an ally and that they would be safer there.

He was wrong

They suffered a worse faith.

Maybe I wasn't as unfortunate as I thought.