The True Feelings Of A Technical Immigrant

There's a difference between pretty and beautiful. Pretty is wearing make-up, dressing nice, looking good. Pretty is what everyone else sees you as. Beautiful is much, much more. Everyone is beautiful. It doesn't matter what size, skin tone, height you are; it’s who you are that matters. Your contagious smile is beautiful, the way you light up the room is beautiful, your actions are beautiful. There's a problem that I'd like to discuss. There's a pandemic. It's serious. It's affecting everyone. It starts small, and it grows in your mind. At first, you don't realize it, but slowly, as it sets in, you'll begin to see it. Yet, it'll be too late when you realize it for what it truly is. You won't call out for help. You'll think you can handle it, but then, you're sitting by the toilet heaving up your dinner. You think no one will notice when you pass up eating your favorite lunch. Before you know it, you're part of the affected.

As many of you may know, AP exams are going on, and I’ve just completed a whole week of extremely stressful testing. The only reason I probably did not have a complete mental breakdown was because of coffee and my mom but mostly because of my mom. For the past week, I would come home from hours of testing to cramming for the next test, complete mental exhaustion as well as physical, and the only thing that kept me going was my mother and her magical hug. Thank you, mom. Thank you for your comforting and securing hug. Without it, I think I’d be broken. Recently, my mom told me something that I thought was funny at the time, but looking back on it, its probably the best thing anyone has ever done for me. My mom told me on the nights of my exam, she would wake up in the early morning completely stressing for my exam. Just that one little act made me realize how important my mom is. It makes me realize how many things she’s probably done that go unnoticed and unthanked. Our mothers st