Prologue
Progolue
Dear Diary,
When I was little, well, where do I begin? On August 17, 1997; a little Chinese baby named Xiaoli Lin Huang was born. I was born into a broken family, it wasn't like this to begin with. My mother and father fell in love and got married. They were both hoping for a baby boy but they got me...
In China, having a boy was a gift to have while girls were Chǐrǔ or meaning 'disgrace'. Also to my mother, having a baby boy, she can get her father's wealth. Just a few months after I was born, my mother left me and my father to rot. I don't know what happened to my own mother, but my grandparents may know.I would always wish that she will come back for us, but she never did.
My father took care of me every since. With a few problems at hand though, at hand. As the days went by...so did his drinking. My father and even my grandfather (On my dad's side), nicknamed me 'Little Chiru'. He would usually leave me at the house all alone, to go to the bar.
That time, I was 3 and a half years old, I knew I was all by myself. There wasn't a person that cared even about me. I only had my stuffed bunny that I called 'Snow' to comfort me. I was bullied in school for not having a mother. The worst day I was bullied...was on Mother's Day. My classmates called me a unknown word, "Chink." What does Chink mean?, I would always ask in my head.
Then...the day came...
I was seven at this time when I lost my dad. I opened my house door and there were these old but rich looking couple inside. They looked like adults my dad used to talk to. The old lady was holding to Snow in one of her hands. Who were they? What are they doing here? In my head, I was shaking with fright. I want my pa pa, I'm scared right now. I need Snow to hug right now."Sweetie, I am your wai po." The old lady bent down her knees to my height."Honey," The old man was talking to the old lady, "Xiaoli doesn't understand Chinese."How did they-?!
"How do you know my name...?"
"Because Xiaoli, we're your grandparents."I don't know why-but I started to cry.
"Where's my pa pa?!" They looked at each other and back at me with sadness.
"Xiaoli, your father...is well dead-he was drunk and ended up in a car carsh."
"No. No. No. NOO!" I balled up my fist into a ball. "That's not true! My mama left me and now my pa pa?!"
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