TWELVE YEARS OF INSULTS AND ENDURANCE
Years passed.
From elementary school to high school, nothing changed.
No one wanted to sit next to me.
In group work, I was always the last choice.
On school trips, I was never included.
“Son of the garbage man”… that’s what they called me, as if it were my real name.
But I stayed silent through it all.
I never fought back.
I never complained.
I only studied as hard as I could.
While they spent hours in internet cafés, I saved money just to photocopy notes.
While they bought new phones, I walked home to save fare.
And every night, as my mother slept beside her sack of bottles, she would whisper to me:
“Someday, Mom… we’ll get through this.”
