The shame within
Hey guys sorry for being inactive but do I have a story to share that revolves around being ashamed of my heritage. Around primary school, my mom said she was coming over to have lunch with me and I didn’t really believe her but then during lunch time she appeared at my school and I felt ashamed because she couldn’t speak English all that well and dressed differently compared to the other adults at the school. I went up to her and told her that lunch had already ended and she could go home even though lunch was still going on, I did this out of a sense of shame and if I could go back in time I would have lead my mom to the lunch room and have sat down with her, I don't care if people would stare, my mom is my hero and to spend time with her would be better than anything else.










