My Identity

I am not only Mexican but I am Brazilian. I am female. I am young but mature. I am Giselle. Those things are only from my physical appearance. There is more to who I am then the eye sees. I am catholic. I am loud. I am kind but most of all, I am independent. My race has almost always made me a minority. Me being female has changed my identity and who I am because many people don't believe that I couldn't do things my male friends could. I am a daughter, sister, and niece. I fail the most at being a daughter but I am bettering myself every minute I am awake. I am more then what people see. I can smile and laugh at my worst moments. I can shed tears and still walk out the house happy. I am strong. I am selfish to a certain extent. I am Giselle. People who made me who I am today is my mother and sister. My friends who were never my friends. The people who doubted and talked bad on my name. They are the reason I strive better and better everyday about who I am.

10 Years From Now

In ten years I can see myself going to college to become either an anesthesiologist or a social worker. One place where I see myself living is either in the dorms or a studio apartment by myself. I would like to go to college either out of state or a couple of hours away from home. Over the weekends I believe that I would be either working at one of three jobs I would like. Forever 21 , Walgreesns , or Michael Kors. One thing I would like to have is either a Beta fish named "Fish" or a cat named Honey. Over the summer I will visit my family and spend as much time as I possibly can with my little sister.

The Day He Died

I remember the day as if it were yesterday. March 14, 2015. My mom was was coming to pick me up from my dads house. I knew something was up because she was taking longer then usual , although I didn't mind it. When she arrived she honked the horn like always. I ran downstairs, excited to show her what I had bought for her at the mall the day before. When I got into the car I waved bye to my dad. We weren't even a block away. She quickly stopped and parked the car. By then I had realized something was for sure wrong.

We were sitting in the car , in silence for exactly five minutes. I finally had the courage to ask what was wrong. Seconds later, tears falling from her eyes like how rain had fallen from Hurricane Sandy. Under her breath I could hear her whisper "He passed. Your Tio Danny passed away." I stayed still in shock. My first reaction was laughter. I started insisting my mom was joking. Sadly , she wasn't. As I arrived to my small apartment , I had about five-seven of my Tias/Aunts tell me the exact same thing...

"It's okay Mija"
"He's in a better place."
"He will always be in your heart"

The thing was , I didn't want to hear that. I wanted them to tell me the truth. That he died and he's never coming back. That I will never be able to hear another "I love you Selly" from someone that I hadn't seen in years. Someone that I haven't been able to hear his voice in years.

One of the only three men I have ever looked up to, has passed away. I didn't have my dad around most of my life so I turned to my three Tios/Uncles. Rickey, Ernie, and Danny. Each of them had their own role that made them my 'dad'. Ricky would take me out and would always go the extra mile for me. Ernie would always support my decisions and pushed me physically and emotionally. Then, Danny. He was there to raise my head when it was down. He always knew how to put a smile on my face. He had gone through so much pain to where he didn't want me going down the same path. He kept my head straight and protected me as his own daughter. I will forever be grateful for that.

This experience has changed me and who I am because I've learned to be more grateful about everyday I wake up and make another 24 hours. Things can happen out of nowhere and this experience has shown me this. Another reason why this has changed me was because it made me go down a bad path. Yes I was very young at the time but, I still did things that I very much regret. That is another thing that makes Giselle, Giselle.