I am almost finished packing for india.

Hey so I would you guys to write my personal essay. Here is the prompt.
Some students have a background, identity, interest, or talent that is so meaningful they believe their application would be incomplete without it. If this sounds like you, then please share your story.
I wanted the essay to compare three pairs of earrings to three different sections of my life. The three earrings are gold, silver, and pearl (or rose gold earrings).
I wanted the gold to represent the time where I was with my birth mom (who is South Indian). I wanted it to mention some personal anecdote that taught me the value of heritage. Gold is a precious metal in india since it is a symbol for wealth status and is commonly worn by many indians.
I then wanted the silver earrings to represent my time with my stay at home nanny( white and southern). Silver sterling is a metal that I feel like alot of white people wear, or at least it is jewlery that is common to be worn by white people where I am from. My parents got divorced (both Indian) when I was younger because my mom overtime showed signs of a severe mental illness that broke our family apart. As a result my dad had to work long hours in the hospital to provide for me and my sister, which also meant he wasn’t home that much to take care of us. He hired the stay at home nanny I just mentioned. As she served as my guardian, I began to quickly lose my Indian heritiage and became pretty much white washed.
I wanted the pearl earrings to represent the time with. my stepmom (now) she is the most traditionally indian person that you would ever meet. At first I didnt like her because I became so accustomed to living the way that I was, which was not eating indian food, not wearing cultural clothing, and mainly speaking english.
Throughout the whole essay I want the main focus to be the lessons that I learned. In the end I learned that people who arent used to certain things that you do or are apart of will always criticize you. there will always be a hater. Butt its important to not hate on other people for things I am not familiar with, rather its more important to acknowledge those things and celebrate those differences. Diversity is what makes us stronger and I learned that I should never feel bad about myself if others have opinions on the things that I find joy and community with. I know the essay. is short to include all of this information, but the main focus should be how I grew from tthese circumstances and how these poortions of my life made me into the person I am today through certain lessons.
This is how I want the format to be.
Hook: Something that is interesting that immediatly draws the reader in by either confusing them, interesting them, etc.
paragraphs for each earring: Personal anecdote (use some of the ones from my drafts below or make one up of your own and add details of your own to make it make more sense, for example you could make something up like how I was gifted these earrings by each a different parent, which helps the reader understand the reason why I am comparing these earrings to my three different parents). Within this personal anecdote you should describe the struggle I had to face, then the obstacles I had to overcome due to that struggle, and then finally how I grew from it and what lesson did I learn.
Conclusion- you can keep it short if you dont have space, but make this conclusion really good. I would rather you write one sentence that ties the whole essay together than 4 senttences summarizing what was just said. Maybe a related pop culture reference? Something unique.
Below I will include some drafts that I made (warning they are very bad) but you could use some of the info in these paragraphs to help form a cohesive, meaningful essay outlining my experiences but focusing on the lessons I have learned. If you want to make up lessons that you think are more valuable than the ones I mentioned then go ahead. Please do whatever you need to do to make this the best essay focusing on my growth.
Three pairs of gold, silver, and pearl earrings have buried their seat on the jewelry dish that sits on the righthand side of my ivory dresser. To my dad, sister, and my friends, they were simply three assortments of souveniers I had collected throughout the years. Essentially to the general eye, they are more comparable to trinkets than regalia. I owned other pieces of jewelry, but these specific pairs held significant sentimental value to me. Three pieces of jewelry that represented the three most significant portions of my life as they have shaped me into who I am today through valuable lessons, and without them I would not be as well rounded.
As I am packing for my trip to India, I am cleaning out my dresser to pack the most I can. I stumble across a birthday card from elementary school that my mom had gave me. “Many Happy Returns to the day. – Amma” I reflect back onto this day as I notice my gold earrings were placed in close proximity to the card. It’s the morning of my sixth birthday, and I am so excited to celebrate my special day at school. While getting ready, I put on my lengha that my mom got for me at our last trip to india. It was very vibrant, with a bright pink top and green skirt with a gold trim at the bottom. As I brush my hair in the mirror, I rummage through my dresser to find any accessories that will match my brand new outfit. I quickly find and put on my mini gold hoop earrings that have delicate hindu designs on them. Arriving to school, the excitement was skyrocketing. Mrs. Schlanger had just told me how my gold earrings matched perfectly with the gold in my dress. It was until recess when I received comments criticizing my looks. Comments were made regarding how my outfit was weird and how what I thought was perfectly engraved lettering was awkward holes in my earrings. At this age I learned a lesson, which was that my Indian Identity brought ridicule and shame at the hands of my white classmates.
I put the gold earrings in my travel bag and stumbled across my silver earrings. My nanny had gifted these earrings to me a couple days after my parents got divorced in the summer of second grade. She became my stay at home nanny after my mom was diagnosed with a severe mental illness, causing my dad to spend less time at home in order to provide for his kids through work. She was a Caucasion from the South.Over the next 4 years that she was with us, I slowly lost my Indian Identity. I forgot how to speak my first language, Telugu. I didn’t wear lenghas, and I didn’t wear gold jewelry. I developed somewhat of a southern accent, and I regularly wore shorts and a T-shirt. I always wore the same silver sterling earrings to school and I was constantly complimented on how gorgeous they were. I made plenty of friends at my predominately white elementary school that carried over into middle school. During this time period I learned another lesson- losing my Indian identity brought me more comfortability in my school life and home life.
I am almost finished packing for India. I pick up the last pair of earrings left on the jewelry dish, the rose gold pearl earrings. I bought these myself
Three pairs of gold, silver, and pearl earrings have buried their seat in the bottom drawer of my jewelry box that sits on the righthand side of my dresser. My dad had spent copious amounts of Thomas Jeffersons on this said dresser, which had served as the placeholder of these precious treasures. Unlike the dresser, these pairs didn’t hold substantial financial value. They are more comparable to trinkets than regalia to the general eye. They were simply three assortments of souveniers I had collected throughout the years. Three pieces of jewelry that represented the three most significant portions of my life as they have shaped me into who I am today, and without them I would not be the same person. The gold pair represents my time with my Christian Indian birth mom. The silver pair represents my time with my white American nanny. The pearls represent my time with my traditional indian stepmom.
Gold is a precious metal in india. Walking around to nearby shops after traveling from my dads village (chinthukunta) in an auto (a type of taxi with only three wheels) served as a blatant childhood memory for me. I remember going to street shops with my mother, buying various types of fabrics to send to the seamstress with my measurements to make the most beautiful assortment of gowns. Gold earrings remind me of my time in India. Every woman walking by naturally wore bright lenghas(indian dresses) paired with assortments of pure gold jewelry, including necklaces, bangles, earrings, nose rings, tow rings, and more. I never wore any other jewelry except earrings. As we went to the jeweler and picked out pure gold matching earrings, I took them home to America. I lived in an Indian-American Home. My mom had a mental illness so she was unable to attend any semi important school functions such as A honor roll. When it was my birthday I decided to wear one of my indian dresses paired with my long lasting gold earrings from the jeweler shop in India. I remember other kids questioning my identity, making comments regarding how my outfit was weird and flashy because it was too colorful. Even the earrings were too boring because they were just yellow. Ever since then I had never worn those same pair of earrings in public again. For a while I was ashamed of showing my culture. More than I was ashamed I was shielded from the culture. I learned how to live and adapt to a brand new culture that I wasn’t exposed to at home. I had to learn how to be strong and not be sad when my parents didn’t attend my honorary achievement events. The gold earrings symbolize a time in my life where even though I wasn’t granted the same culture as typical indian American households, I was able to maintain a great social life and community life. Rather than resenting the people who thought my culture was weird, I learned to appreciate and embrace the learning of how people around me did things in life, and how they came to do those things differently.

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