We Are All Perfectly Imperfect Beautiful Children of the Earth

Growing up, born from a mixed background, I have been teased and abused in many ways especially in the refugee camp in Thailand. When I was around the Khmer people, they called me Cham because of my mother. While I was around the Cham people, they called me Chinese because of my father. When I was with the Vietnamese, they called me Khmer because I was dark and Khmer of course:)!  I remember being so angry and sad because I didn’t fit in with any group of people. I just wanted to be accepted as a human being. We are all distant relatives, white, black, yellow and red….we are the children of the earth. I am a perfectly imperfect beautiful human like you, you, and you.