There is a word which is uneasy and unfamiliar to say which reminds me the days that I am regretting now. I actually said the word and learned its true meaning about two years ago, but it was too late for me to have the word in my heart. The word is quiet and peaceful, but sad.
The word is for a white man who remarried to my mom. I actually had not known about the remarriage until I really came to the Untied States since my mom and I had been separated for about six years because of her work, and also she did not say anything about it. So I always had been thinking about my parents, especially my biological father because I had never seen him before, and my mom told me same thing every time that he is working in the United States. It was a lie that I really had believed it for a long time until I actually saw a white man standing next to her. She finally told me everything about her previous marriage and a white man. It was really confused and astounded to me after I heard the story that I had not thought or known before. I think this is the time when the word became uneasy and unfamiliar to me to say it. Also this is the time when I was mentally and physically changed.
I do not know whether only it is me or not, but it took me long time to adapt the new surroundings and was really hard to get on with a white man who actually had health problems that I neither knew nor cared what had happened to him. I did not hate him, but I just did not feel like to know about him or talk to him. However, he tried extremely hard to get on with me even though I treated him like that ways. Maybe I was not familiar to the love of parents, particularly from the man in the family.
At fourth year in the United States, his heartily efforts made me to open my mind towards him. I had some real funs with the family after opening my mind even though we have never went out for family trips or for something active outside of home because of his health problems. Also everything...