I was adopted from China at 8 months, and the farthest I can remember into my early childhood was gluing a smile of a jack-o-lantern upside-down. Before that is all a blur and I only have photos to remind me.

In second grade, my mom got a brain tumor, I lived with my uncle for the next few months. I think this might be part of why I’m so close to my Uncle Chris. My mother, not being able to drive, then having occasional seizures was extremely scary for me.

In fifth grade, I think I began to become obssessive of certain things. Not like a person, but a band or a book, or even a concept. I consider myself an enthusiast.

Now I think I found a little bit more about who I am, and who I am meant to be. I have the best friends, and a wonderful (now healthier) mother who is always there for me.

I’ll just wait and see where the road takes me…