The three factors that have affected my identity are my family, my dog, and my job. My family consists of one mother, one father, two sisters, and one dog. We certainly do not fall into the category of “normal.” My parents, Maam and Papa Joe, have given me everything I have needed thus far and then some. They keep me grounded as well as encourage me to “go big or go home.” Everything I have is because of their hard work and constant love. I didn’t start to get along with either of my sisters until they moved out of the house. With one devoting her life to religion and the other an avid atheist, I don’t exactly see eye to eye with them. Recently I have come to accept them rather than question them for what they are and what I am. It’s amazing that Maam and Papa Joe raised three kids with almost nothing in common.

That leaves the dog. With one sister in Boston, one in Pittsburgh, and parents that work long hours, I spend a lot of time with Pete. It really hurts me to see neglected or abused animals. Pete was adopted into our family from PAWS about 4 years ago when he was skinny, scruffy, and peppy. Though many disregard the power of animals, I truly believe this dog was sent to me when I needed him most. He has brought me so much joy and strength; I cannot imagine my life without him.

The third factor that has affected my life is my job. I have been babysitting Grace and Sofia after school four days a week, for the past year and a half. At three and four years old, these two little girls have no idea the affect they have on me. Whether I’m playing Dora the Explorer, going to the playground, or getting my toe nails painted, I can’t help but feel happy. Though there have been plenty of rough days (five o’clock is not a good time for kids), I have never left their house in a bad mood.