I came to U.S and I was so happy that I am going to meet my father. In fact, i got that happiness when I met my dad. People came to meet us. I was looking for that person with whom I can share my joys and sorrows. My father was really into one family who was sister to my dad. She was a really nice lady and her husband was way nice than everybody. Her husband's sister was part of their family. Well, we started going to their home for fun and also, we can know each other better. There, I met my life's bitter truth, a girl, who is just a insult on the name of "friends". Well, I was forced to be with her because she was the only girl in my contact. Also, my dad used to love her just like his own daughter. She used to make fun of me, my clothes, my everything. In fact, she was jealous of me because I knew something more than her. That was my talent. When she used to make my fun, her mom used to take her side. Her mother was always a part of it. Her mother used to say that she love me like her own daughter and I used to trust her. But that was not truth. The truth was something else. More bitter, and more hurting....