Personal Identity: A Short Story

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When I was five, I told my parents “I hate you!”. It was moments after they had told me, a five-year-old girl living comfortably in Taiwan, that our family was moving permanently to Costa Rica. I was terrified and uncertain. For a small child who had never gone to school before, it was hard for me to accept the fact that I was going to uproot my life. But without that uprooting, my life would have been less challenging. The first change I encountered when I moved was a personal one: my name. My uncle, who can speak some Spanish, decided to help my parents come up with a name to replace “Yu-Han”. Yu means jade and gold, and Han means dedicated. To me, my Mandarin name brings me fortune and encourages me to devote myself to a task enthusiastically. But for Costa Ricans Yu-Han is difficult to pronounce. My family started flipping through books and dictionaries looking for names and they landed on “Triana”, which means pure. My Costa Rican name reminds me of the purity of jade and gold so I do not forget who I really am. For the next twelve years, my school friends have known me as “Triana”.…show more content…
To me, there was nothing scarier than being a five year old living in a foreign country, with no ability to understand or speak the language. My first day of school here in Costa Rica was awful. I went to class and saw people who looked different from me. I felt like they were staring at me as if I were a monstrous creature. That very same day, I got lost in the school and in class I even had trouble telling my teacher that I needed to go to the restroom. After a long day, I went home crying. I told my parents “Mommy, Daddy, I hate you, I don't want to love you anymore”. At the time, I did not realize that my parents were also going through changes. They were also leaving their home country and their family, and uprooting their
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