When I first came to the US, I lived in an apartment complex filled with other international families. I never really thought about race or the fact that I was different at first. The first time I probably felt out of place was the first day of school when I was in 5th grade. I wore a shirt and shorts while all the “cool” girls had Gap sweatshirts. I remember them looking at me and making comments. As soon as I went home, I told my mom that I needed to get a Gap sweatshirt. They were expensive and we couldn’t afford them at the time. For Christmas, I got the Gap sweatshirt and I immediately felt cool and had much more confidence.
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