It’s not my fault

It was 2nd grade my mom was ill and she was in the hospital for 3 months. My dad left me when I was born so I had no one to look after me. Until my grandma kept me.then my aunt. but I missed her a lot so when I went to school I said nothing and I was mostly crying non stop. Kids were laughing at me because they thought that I was a cry baby. Eventually my mom got out of the hospital. She had a boy during her visit. Then I had a brother, but that didn’t go well. My brother was sick because my mom had been sick and he was in the NICU ( baby hospital ) for 3 weeks. He couldn’t breathe when he got out of my moms stomach. Then when I got to school people were making me feel bad when they said" your brothers gonna die" over and over. and to this day in middle school I’m still bullied but I can only say this, don’t let people get in your head because something about you or some issues you might have about your life at that moment.