Makeshift Identity
When I was just a little baby, a tsunami hit my home country, which messed with the terrible third-world government data system, or so I was told. It deleted the “real” me from existence.
It wasn’t until my mom decided to raise me in the US that I finally got a legal name and birthday, both of which were changed in the process of moving.
I was seven at the time and have since been living under this makeshift identity, but the fact that I was hidden from the government for that long amazes me. If you ask me, though, she missed her chance to raise an undercover and very personal hitman. Story credit: Reddit / Ok_Bad_8328