My parents moved from Taiwan to Canada when I was a year and a half old. A few years later, families back home started sending their children to live with us, and by the time I was in elementary school there were five or six of us under one roof. My parents worked full days just to provide for us. There was so much love in that house and almost no time to put it anywhere.
I was loved, and I still felt completely invisible.
By Grade 8 I had decided I did not want to be here anymore. I wrote a note and left it under the chessboard in the living room, and my mom found it while she was cleaning. What she said to me that night has stayed between the two of us. It was the right thing, at the right moment, and it kept me here.
My parents loved me with their whole hearts, and love alone was not enough to reach me. That gap is the reason I do this work.