The other day I was packing a tray of eggs away and noticed as I took the plastic off them there was this one egg that was way whiter than the rest. I stopped and stared at it for a while. The egg looked odd. This reminded me of the story my mom told me yesterday. They were in a breakfast shop in Taiwan and there was this mom and two children staring at my parents (parents being white and they Taiwanese). It just strange that when someone looks different or something looks out of place we stare and judge. This egg just like my parents didn’t seem to worry. To me that makes a great person. To be different and not seem to care what others think.
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