My family is part of my identity. This is the family that chose me. What I mean is that I was adopted. I was adopted by loving mother and father, both of whom I love very much. Life isn't always easy, and unfortunately family is not perfect. In many cases, it is really ugly. However, despite our differences, I care about my family. Most of the interactions portrayed will between my parental units and myself, but I will not exclude the interactions with the rest of my family. In some ways, this is the before and after the reaction to my queer identity. That in itself has disrupted a lot of the expectations from both myself and my family of who I was becoming. That growth continues, and it has the moments of greatness mixed with feelings of despair and exhaustion. In the end, I will always know that I am a Bencomo. This is the story of my family.