Have you ever sat down and wondered how things can change in a matter of minutes? I will never forget the day when my whole identity had changed. My mother was picking me up from dance class one night and she had gotten into a fight with my dad, or who I thought was my dad. She looked at me and started to cry and then told me my dad was not my biological dad. I just sat there bewildered, not knowing what to say. But what could someone say after finding out something like this? A big part of my life had changed. Everything about my identity had been a lie. Just 10 minutes before, I was identifying my self as half white and Hispanic. Then, all of the sudden I was grappling with a newfound Iranian identity.
             My mother then told me even though my real father was well off in his life, he didn't want to be part of my life. After that moment, I remember walking into my house, my body exhausted from dance class, but also exhausted in my mind. Being only 11 years old, this was a lot for me to consume in one night. I had no idea what to think. I just walked into my room ignoring the words that came out of my mother's mouth. As I got into my room, all I could hear was "blasé blah, blasé blah". I just sat there, oblivious to the arguing between my mother and my so called "father".
             However, that whole night, all I could do was keep asking why. Why didn't my father want to be in my life? But most importantly, why didn't my mother tell me sooner? She made me believe something that I wasn't.
             After finding out something that big, I had no idea what to think. I grew up believing I was Hispanic. It didn't seem like reality to me. I would look in the mirror and think that there was no possible way that I had Iranian in me. To myself, I looked and felt Hispanic. Come on, what Iranian person knows about meringue and pastellies? To me, I was still the same girl, Hispanic and White
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