: About Me

My biological mother left me and my father, who was then working in another country, when I was just a few months old. She visited an uncle and told him she couldn't take care of me anymore.. That she can no longer wait for my father to come back. I was left sitting on the living room rug, a turnip in hand, and all covered with blisters and insect bites. My uncle had to cry at the sight of me sitting there, happily chewing on the only meal I've had for the day. He called my grandparents, who immediately rushed to my uncle's house. My grandmother said that I was a pitiful sight. And they ju...