I was born on a small island off of greenland. My island was invaded by a dictator. My parents and I faked our deaths and floated to the U.S on a bamboo raft. Soon after we arrived, my parents died of pneumonia. I was freezing, and had nowhere to go, so I slept in a tree the night of our arrival. In the morning, I was found half dead, hanging from a branch of the tree like an opossum, which is how I got my nickname. I was later adopted by a orphaned high schooler, crysanthemum. I enrolled myself in a kindergarten class. I dropped out of school at the age I seven. I was forced to get a job to support crysanthemum, who is diagnosed with brain cancer. I moved to Puerto Rico, where I pick fruit on the coast for little pay. Every 6 months, I get to see crysanthemum. It's a long journey, I row back to Maine on a small handmade boat with a single wooden paddle. It is a tough journey, but it is worth it because my crysanthemum is the only thing I have to live for. She bought me this iPod with some money that she had leftover from buying medication. She got my iPod to entertain me when I visit her in the hospital, where she lives. I'm sorry you wasted your time reading this, because its pretty much just a huge lie.