My second last name, my mother’s, the name of the family I feel more close with. The family that even if I feel the more close with, doesn’t like me that much. Being my grandpa’s 2nd grandson, made me my grandma’s favorite and the trouble for the rest. Being a family of old conservative values of the ancient republican times of my country makes it quite hard to fit in. Stubbornness, anger, hard ways to express feelings, etc.
Being a member of this family is quite an adventure, everything is a competition, and most grandsons and granddaughters are always measured: College, success, life ways. Since grandma passed away, things got a bit harsh. Just two of us (we are 16 grandchildren) are currently really running quite fast to reach goals and growth in our lives. But, oh well, old ways are tradition and I want to keep on running even if I’m not liked.