MY IDENTITY

My Identity



My Identity

The beads rolling down his cheeks said it all: that was the day I saw my father cry. I remember casting a final glance at his blurred image, his eyes filled with the hope and optimism that I would one day I would return as an individual of intellectual potential and…. As a regular seventeen year old I furthered my education at the Hill School in a country many miles away from home. Retrospectively, my motivations, upbringing and life- altering move to the Hill School ultimately shaped my search for true identity and molded me into a ...