Autobiography

The year is 1997.  The date is November 21, a Friday.  You can see it.  A car, driving quickly across the freeway.  Inside is a man, and a pregnant woman.  Their only son, who would soon be an older brother, is being taken care of elsewhere.  The couple arrives at a hospital in Grand Prairie, and they are taken to a room where the woman will give birth to her new child.  After many hours, her new child is born.  That was the day my life began.


I was born into a family that consisted of a mom, dad, and a brother, two years older than me.  My brother and I are a mixture of white and Asian.  My dad is white, or American, he was born in Tennessee and he grew up in New York.  My mom is the one that is Asian.  She was born and raised in Indonesia.  She moved to the United states after she married my dad.


As I grew up, I developed an interest in music.  I took up piano when I was nine, and I joined band in sixth grade, playing the flute.  I still play both instruments, but I am interested in learning violin, too.  It may sound as if I want to become a musician, but really, I want to become a pediatrician.  As time passed and I got older, I developed a hobby of being on the computer all day.


I remember when I was nine and I went to Indonesia.  I was in Indonesia for an entire month.  My grandmother, from my mom's side, had passed away earlier that year, and my mom wanted to go see her home and family. I had gone to Indonesia when I was three, but I didn't remember seeing the place.  There were many rice fields, and people kept looking at us because we had that "American" look.  I was happy to meet the family I barely knew, and I'm still glad I remember a lot about the trip.


I guess I haven't told you a lot about my personality.  Well, I'm mostly shy and quiet.  But when I'm around my friends, I can be funny and crazy.  I love making people laugh, because I like that feeling you get when you make people smile.  Even when on is having a bad day, I strive for a giggle or two.