The Day I Found Out About My Ethnic Essay
The day I found out about my ethnicity was one of the worst days of my life, so far. It was only around 2 years ago and it started just like any other day, I was having a pretty good day. It seemed like nothing could possibly go wrong. However, little did I know, I was about to find out some information that will affect me for the rest of my life.
First, I realize that the story will not make sense If I do not tell you a little about my childhood. When I was too young to remember anything, around two years old, my parents got a divorce. They did not have a good marriage and my childhood was…. interesting. Luckily, I don’t remember any of it, I have only been told things by my sisters, but that is another story. Around the age of 12 I had decided …show more content…
He is also a drunk. Do not care for my biological father that much but I have no problem accepting that side of my family and my half-sister. They are all exceptionally nice people and have been very understanding. I need to say that sadly, I am not 100% sure what my background is. However, I have been told it is, at the least, 50% Scottish, with some German and other junk mixed in. I would love to get my DNA tested sometime, but I am worried that I will be disappointed. Okay, we can go back to the story now.
Finding this out was not all sad, there are a few things to laugh about. For instance, when I was younger my sisters used to joke about me being adopted and out dad would get very upset with them. At the time, my sisters did not know that our dad adopted me at birth but now it explains why he would get so upset. I was also told that two of my sisters cried when they found out. I know that does not seem like a funny thing but I found it a little amusing because they used to try to convince me that I was adopted and then laugh about it. To the contrary, this was not that last time I had to hear more horrible news that would make me have
First, I realize that the story will not make sense If I do not tell you a little about my childhood. When I was too young to remember anything, around two years old, my parents got a divorce. They did not have a good marriage and my childhood was…. interesting. Luckily, I don’t remember any of it, I have only been told things by my sisters, but that is another story. Around the age of 12 I had decided …show more content…
He is also a drunk. Do not care for my biological father that much but I have no problem accepting that side of my family and my half-sister. They are all exceptionally nice people and have been very understanding. I need to say that sadly, I am not 100% sure what my background is. However, I have been told it is, at the least, 50% Scottish, with some German and other junk mixed in. I would love to get my DNA tested sometime, but I am worried that I will be disappointed. Okay, we can go back to the story now.
Finding this out was not all sad, there are a few things to laugh about. For instance, when I was younger my sisters used to joke about me being adopted and out dad would get very upset with them. At the time, my sisters did not know that our dad adopted me at birth but now it explains why he would get so upset. I was also told that two of my sisters cried when they found out. I know that does not seem like a funny thing but I found it a little amusing because they used to try to convince me that I was adopted and then laugh about it. To the contrary, this was not that last time I had to hear more horrible news that would make me have