Who Named Me PMV (Original-True Story)

This was for my theater class project. Hope u guys like it♥ 1/1/17 Edit: (My apologies for grammars mistake in the video, was a rushed project) I read everyone's comments and honestly speechless, it truly brought tears to my eyes... never to thought, I would gain this much. I'm not sure what to say but.. thank you all so much. You have no idea how this means so much. I’ve read each one of yours. Many waited for so long and many waited forever... or lost. I may not feel the pain u do now, but please remember this.. you are not alone, the whole community here listens and read yours. Even if you don’t feel loved, we want to let you know that you are strong no matter who you are and I hope you continue to stay that way even if everything is harsh. Thank you for sharing your stories💕 - After showing the film to my two theatre teachers, I didn't believe it would make them cry... "You're a quiet person, you are a silent-artist who is currently screaming to be noticed...This is the best film I have ever seen, Thank you for sharing your story...", was the response. It made me tear up, from all my life... I have never heard such words that actually touch me as much as this one...and I can't thank you enough for their support, --- Updated Story 12/10/20: My parents left to California when I was 2 years old to find a better life. I lived with my grandparents and uncle for the rest of the 6-7 years. Never to thought about my parent or if I even have one. My classmates always questioned if my grandparents were my parent, why were they so old, it was an odd feeling, to tell the truth. Until I found a picture of my parents, I asked my grandmother who they were. She said they were my parent and the little baby was me. Just that single moment felt important to me, a realization that I do have a parent. The toughest time was probably Mother’s and Father’s Day. My teacher usually assigned us to create a handmade gift, but sadly my mom was not there with me. All gifts I’ve ever made were gifted to my grandmother who I wished I could call her mom and grasp the feeling, but it didn’t sit right, so I dropped it. However, I am still grateful and happy to have my grandmother by my side. My grandfather visits us a few times a month due to work, so Father’s Day was usually harsher. Reaching elementary school, the school request our father to attend a Father’s Day ceremony. All of the students would be inside the large auditorium with our gift in hand. Waiting for the door to be open so our father can come and find us, I had this unsettling feeling. The door slowly opened and everyone already begins pointing, yelling, and laughing. I was smiling and standing at my place with a flower gift, looking around at my classmates and back in the direction of the door hoping for someone to at least come to me. I waited patiently and noticed the crowd begin to shrink slowly. My classmates already giving the gift to their father while I still hold onto my mind, and just having that hope by my side. I was certain that I told my grandma or someone about the ceremony, but as soon as I look back around, almost everyone was already seated and only a few were left looking. My heart dropped including my body. I returned to my seat. No one to hug, no one to smile up to, no one to laugh with, and no one to give my father’s gift to. No one came for me, not even my grandma. I gripped onto the gift. I begin to develop depression from time to time, but later that year, I received a call from my parent that I’ll be heading to America and live with them. It was surpising news but saddened by how many people I had to say goodbye to everyone who’ve looked out and cared for me. One of the most painful experiences and most memorable moments. I didn’t want to go anymore especially not knowing if I’ll ever return. My dad came to pick me up and we flew to California, meeting my dad was amazing. Reaching our apartment, I finally met my mom, I was reunited. After learning the truth as to why I was left behind, it was completely understandable. They wanted to find a better life, a better place, but because I was only two years old they couldn’t take me with them. Or to say, they never truly left me nor did they ever wanted to, they’ve been sending support and couldn't have been more grateful. These entire events were life-changing, I wouldn’t be where I am today without everyone who took care of me, support me. Now I have more goals and more opportunities to move forward~. Thank you all so much. - Time Taken: 7 days Drawing in total: 81 Music: "The Way" by Zack Hemsey Song by: "Back to You" Wild Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair us

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