Narrative About Identity

There are many things that I thought about when faced with this question. Then I realized why I liked it so much. My identity is in flux but the most solid pieces of myself come from the toughest times of my life. There is no fantastic way to tell this story except bluntly and directly. My mom and I are domestic violence survivors. We are not the first people to suffer through such nor will we be the last. But we have gotten farther than it was thought possible when I was four years old. When I was four, life was just starting to become positive. It was not truly positive until my mom met my now-adopted dad when I was 12, but it was however, at least away from the abusive birth father. There were moments when my mom would not eat so I would, the days that she sacrificed herself for me to get that cool new toy I just had to have- but broke within a week. …show more content…
As my maternal grandmother was a doctor, and her husband was a rocket scientist, the ideals were passed down to me that there was more than poverty and the sickness of the cycle we were caught within. I started reading when I was three, writing around the same age. When I got to kindergarten I was trying to read books beyond my age range. This came to a very decisive point in my childhood; that I read anything I could get my hands on and could understand it. When I was seven, my mom gave me Harry Potter by JK Rowling. At first, I disliked it, I did not want to like the skinny boy with glasses, I was the girl with curly