I was just different. 

Rebekka Lien

Write From your heart.

Okay.

I was rejected a lot growing up. 

I didn’t do anything wrong, I was just different. 

I woke up from a dream this night with a sadness in my heart.

My childhood best friend had gotten married and served a dish that was not enough for me. I looked up to the room and silently walked out the door. This was often the case in my friendships.

I was rejected a lot growing up and I didn’t understand it. I was born in Germany and moved to Taiwan and then to America. The rejections were quiet and lethal.

I always loved people with a pure and open heart. I didn’t have an agenda. I just wanted to be loved in return, but often then not, I was ridiculed for my difference. I was different, yes.

When I made best friends, they often became part of…

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