Bullied and alone. What makes us human?

I have parents but they were never really there. During junior school my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. For her and my father, this meant frequent hospital visits, experimenting new medicines and a lot of pain. For me, this meant growing up without them really being involved in my childhood years.

Of course, there were times in which we would all gather together for a special event, but given the lack of physical strength my mother had these events didn’t last long.