Author's Notes
Well it might be obvious what the morale of the story was, but I like to give my personal thought and experience on this story because this actually happened to me. I mean like this whole thing didn't literally happen, but like the same concept.
When I was young, I was a small chinky Asian. Yeah, what you expect from a stereotypical Chinese guy. The thing is, I wasn't Chinese. Vietnamese people or any other Asian in a non Asian community probably felt this way. I'm not saying all Asians feel this way, but this is how i pictured it back then.
When a small child, other than the main race in their community, engages in a community in which they seem "different", they get alienated outside of their normal life. I spoke perfect Vietnamese and Japanese. Now your probably thinking I'm trying to emphasize on the Asian community. No, I'm talking about all ethical races immigrated to America.
Also... that feeling when moving to a new school. Some may not have experienced it, but maybe some will. In my life, I moved to seven different schools. All of them had a different environment. Some were racist and some were equally fitting to me. Also a really fucked up thing when you move to a community were your accepted and loved. The fact that your parents chooses to move to another school. I faced this life for quite some time. I guess it's tear shedding, but I gotten used to it...