I was born in the United States, but I grew up in Mexico until I finished elementary school. I didn't really know I was born in the US, nor did I know what that country was, and I wasn't interested. But anyway, when my sister turned 21, she got my mother legal residency for 10 years, which meant we had permission to live in the US. The problem was that I didn't really want to go because I didn't speak English and I thought the culture there was ugly. Anyway, I put up with it and decided to attend an American school and live in an American neighborhood, which was very old and ugly. I had a very normal life in Mexico; I had friends on my street where I had lived since I was 4 until I left for the US. My mother didn't care about my social life; she always belittled it. When I arrived in the United States, I didn't understand anything in class, nor did I understand the people. Everyone excluded me or made fun of my accent. That's when I took refuge in the internet. In Mexico, I didn't have internet access at home; I only had cable or I went to internet cafes, but in the US I could have it at home, and seeing that I had nothing better to do, I spent all my time there from the age of 12. At school, I didn't do anything; I was just like a ghost. There were people who bothered me for no reason, but since I was chronically addicted to the internet, I didn't care and just wanted to get out of school as soon as possible to connect to the internet or play PS4. Obviously, that lifestyle ended up making me fed up, and I wanted to have the life I had before and socialize with people my age. It was obvious that where I lived it was impossible because I couldn't communicate with other people, besides the fact that I had nothing in common with them. At 14, I asked my mother to let me go back to Mexico to finish high school there with my father. She lied, telling me to be patient and wait longer. I waited, and then she said no. Fed up, I dropped out of school at 16. It was like a strike, telling her that either she let me go to Mexico with my father or I wouldn't go to school. I never went to school, and that's how it was. I wonder what kind of butterfly effect decision I could have made to avoid the fate I had, but it was obvious that from birth I was destined to be a social outcast in my adolescence. My childhood was beautiful and full of good memories, unfortunately, all of that ended the day I left my family and friends to go live in another country, far from everything that made me happy.
