Personal Narrative: My Identity

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As I sit here knitting the cape of my identity, I reflect upon my past experiences and how they have shaped me. I may not have shelves of golden trophies adorning my wall and I may not have a huge, impactful personal project, but my life is one that I’ve centered around helping other people. I learn and gain knowledge not to compete and paste on my resume, but to grow as a person, a person who can confidently and truly help others with a good heart. From a young age, I faced many difficulties in school, speaking only Vietnamese. When I entered preschool, I was unable to speak English with the teacher nor could I speak with my peers. Influenced by my inability to communicate with my teachers and classmates, my parents transferred me

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