Moreover, racism that my family faced in North Carolina was topic of all time, in my family there are still wounds that haven’t been healed since they moved in late 80’s from seeking political asylum from the civil war. I didn't wanted to hear more stories of injustice, suffering and cursing of the U.S. I wanted to give up on reality. I quickly slammed the book on my nightstand and refused to open it. I will always keep the memory in me about the first day of school. I closed my eyes and I started dreaming about the character of the book and myself inside the story . I open my eyes and felt guilty for refusing to read the stories of this young girl that was going through the same situations that I was going to through.I needed endurance
