Living In lies of my parent

My name is Anitha Maline Josephine. I am a 17-year-old mixed-race girl who lives Mexico with my loving parents. My father is Brazilian and my mother is Mexican. I have three siblings; twin brothers named Fernando Mateo: and Isaac Jose, who were born one minute apart, and a 16-year-old sister named Mariana Isabella. My middle name comes from my aunt on my mother's side, and my last name comes from my mother's last name, Josephine. My siblings' last names come from my grandmother, Isabella Elena, and my uncle, Fernando, respectively, then my second brother's name comes from my father's last name, Jose. I want to share that parents often prioritize their children over themselves. In Chapter 1 of my story, I was born at Hospital De Jesus on September 9, 2003, at 4 a.m., but with a surprising difference from my parents: my skin was white with black. My mother was a renowned chef, and my father was a professor at Universidad Nacional Autónoma de México, a prestigious college in Mexico City. Although we were well-off, we were not excessively wealthy, which is why we resided in Mexico City. I am now 20 years old and would like to share a story from my past. I had a happy life with my loving parents, who always provided everything we needed. One day, while I was sitting in my high school English class, listening to my favorite song, "Peppas" by Faruko, a girl named Selena, approached me. She asked why I was so pale, like the color of her earbuds. I didn't know how to respond, as my parents should have been the ones to explain, not me. Unfortunately, I was the one being asked. To avoid the situation, I told her I was busy. She replied, "Maybe you don't want to speak because you're hiding something. I'll find out, don't worry."The way she spoke to me was shocking and raised suspicions about her interest in my life. During lunchtime, I accompanied my dear friend Bella to the cafeteria. Though we were not related by blood, we shared a bond akin to sisters as neighbors. Elena called Bella, requesting a favor, which piqued my curiosity about her intentions toward me. Although Elena whispered something to Bella, my friend refused to divulge the contents of their conversation. We completed our meal and resumed our classes. As I was disposing of my lunch scraps, Bella advised me not to inquire about Elena's discussion with her, as it was not my concern. I heeded her advice and let it go, secure in my trust in Bella.