After my mom's labor, she hold my body in her arms.
She was happy to have me in this world.
All of the great memories I had with
my parents and siblings.

After nine months old, my mom
tried to scream my name and
I wasn't distracting to her.
She tried to make things noisy,
I wasn't distracting to her.
She was suspiciously of my hearing
and then she brought me hospital.

My mom found that I'm Deaf.
She were cried and terrified
like her world was going to end,
how I could be born in this world.

My mom was overwhelmingly
that she didn't know what's best
for my future for
independent,
education,
career,
and
family.

Seven years later, my mom
sent me to hearing school.
I struggled to learn at school
because I can't, can't hear
teacher and students
speak.
They disregarded me
as if I'm invisible because
they think Education for the Deaf
is useless.
I always followed what they did.
I was a dog, always followed
them all...the...time.
I was clueless.
Not knowing Deaf culture yet.

A year later,
my family and I
immigrated to Untied States
because my parents knew
that I would have more opportunities
and better service for my
education and career.

I went to a school that has a
deaf program.
I saw Deaf kids signed
beautifully like the angels.
My heart was inspired.
They signed even more than beautiful
as a sun that shines very brightly.
My heart was even more than inspired.

I found my place where I
can be eternity.
They accepted who I am
because we are same.
I finally knew what was
Deaf Culture like.

I learned it's nothing wrong
to be a Deaf person.
I realized that I'm
proud to declare
that Deaf people can do
ANYTHING.