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Are we agree about we can't choose our color when were born? We can't choose our carrier illness either. In my case, I have one. It's not dangerous (fortunately) but it's make me unconfident. I am vitiligo survivor. It's first appear when I'm in elementary, on my knee. I thought it's kind of ringworm. I told my parents, they're just like common Asian parents, "It's okay, it will gone by tomorrow". And it's not fone, and they're just chill. Until the vitiligo appear on my chest when I was 13 maybe. It's bigger than the previous spot. Everybody notice, and start asking. I just said "I don't know". I told my parents and they're kind of worries. I forgot what's the treatment back then. Until it's appear on my right side neck my father took an action, traditional ways--so common Asian parent. My father brought some firewoods, he burn it--no it's not the coal for the treatment, it's the ki

As I remember, my parents never read me a Disney princess story book. My dad tell me a story about legend story, such as Roro Jongrang, Tangkuban Prau, Sangkuriang, Timun Mas, or story about prophet. Well I am a listener, I love when people tell me story, so I enjoyed those stories. Long story short, my first job as a professional is being Librarian, kindergarten librarian to be specific. I never get attention to kids book before until that time. Of course kids book tell us a story about kindness, braveness, honesty, etc. But I found one book that look old and warm, I felt the warmness, strange I know. This book... The book had a lot of words than others toddler's book. I read page by page. And it's warm my heart at the end. The story about innocent son and his Dad. How he loves his Dad so much, and his Dad loves him so much more. The way his Dad express his feelings make my heart so warm full. Maybe, it's just a maybe, because I never see parents express their