Amy rebels against her mother for she does not want to play the piano. She does not believe that she will become a prodigy with the piano, because she does not feel that is her identity or rather she refuses it to be her identity. It's relate-able cause well, I also grew up with a situation similar to Amy. My mother also wanted me to play the piano and she would make me play the piano when I was at a young age and I would procrastinate, throw tantrums, sit at the piano, but not play a single note. It's because just like Amy I didn't see the goal or aspirations of becoming a professional piano player. I was too young to even think ahead that far and that all I wanted to do was just to play with friends or go outside. I was surprised with how at home I was with Amy's story and how her story ended up relating to me very much. (same with the Rodriguez one, which I'll get to later) Amy ends up going to a talent show and ends up playing the piano... very poorly. Her social identity is turned around as her mom boasts about her, but then crashes when no one in the auditorium is impressed, well except for her teacher. And those two identities kind of mesh together and cause her to quit playing the piano until her mother dies.
I speak Vietnamese at home with my parents and like with Rodriguez am forgetting little of my language with each passing year. My identity at home is that I'm become a foreigner and conforming to my public identity. I am able to understand when people communicate to me in Vietnamese, but I have difficulty saying/replying back. And with this my family has spoken less and less to me and I have felt excluded in many "family" occasions. (my relatives are fairly good at speaking Vietnamese) It's gotten so bad that my aunts and uncles have had to talk to me in English at moments so I could understand what they were saying, which isn't the problem because I can understand just fine, I just have a hard time speaking it back to them.
My public identity is that I attend college, go to my classes, study, hang out with friends, mostly regular stuff that me, a twenty-one year old does. The cultures don't really conflict, but at the same time they do, they aren't working antagonistically against each other, but they don't compliment one another either. It's more that since I stay out with my public image more that I feel my private or family identity is lessening and gradually fading.
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**The prompt had a lot of questions and I just focused on a few and expanded from there.