No worries, and I am glad to have done so :D The feelings were wholesome, nostalgic and good, with a spoonful of existential contemplation about the nature of humanity 😅😂
I feel like I can really relate to that sort of thing from my own youth as well. For me, it was being born and raised in a very homogenous part of the Southern US with parents who had migrated here in their teens from two separate parts of Latin America.
For the majority of my upbringing, the place I lived had very few people who looked like me, particularly other kids. Even my name was plainly foreign and made all introductions obvious of my being out of the norm. My parents, who both were near fluent with English as a second language, out of concern for skewing my English with a Latin accent, decided not to teach me Spanish in hopes of minimizing future discrimination/bias/bullying (intentional or not). This worked out and my accent is indeed quite American, for what ever that is worth because, paradoxically, this had the knock on effect of alienating me from my own extended family (most of whom lived far away) and ultimately their culture/heritage 😵. Also, not having an accent, didn't spare me the low-hanging fruit that my name and looks still presented, lol. So I still dealt with my fair share of bullying, teasing, and near daily inappropriate/uninvited humor/insults regarding my ethnic background.
Fortunately for me, I was fortunate to have a good support network of close friends and immediate family too. My parents taught me the profoundly useful soft skills of patience, charisma and empathy. I quickly learned early on to understand the majority of it was from lack of understanding, parroting and people projecting their own fears/pain. Growing up, I managed to do quite well socially despite my defacto outsider status in that place. Regardless of that, underneath it all, I think I carried a similar feeling to: "but as a kid it was sometimes hard to know which country I'm really part of." , For me, it was a kind of liminal feeling, like being on the outside looking in, it's hard to put to words.
The reality is people have literally told me that I (and people like me) are not welcome/wanted here to my face, and with certain cruel ideas about my inherited cultural identity common in the pop culture (to this day), the journey to feeling like I am part of the country I was born in has been a weird one.
I won't get in the weeds about the state of things where I live now, but as it stands there has been a fair bit going on to stir up that feeling from my youth again, lol.
"A story about differences. Physical and cultural differences. A story about open-mindedness and acceptance of others." is the sort of story that this world can not get enough of, I really do believe in the idea of art and software development that can really help create meaningful growth in people. As a kid, a boon available to my latch key upbringing were cartoons and sometimes games with these sorts of themes/lessons. This sort of art can help people build bridges across certain gaps and is an awesome route to pursue. The story your game tells is one well worth repeating!
Thank you for sharing your story too and for being so awesome as to take your experiences with adversity and create something good for the world 🙏