College admission Essay

the prompt is:
We are interested in learning more about you and the context in which you have grown up, formed your aspirations and accomplished your academic successes. Please describe the factors and challenges that have most shaped your personal life and aspirations. How have these factors caused you to grow?

Any advice would be greatly appreciated. Thanks

People always ask what it’s like to come from a “broken” home. Divorced parents who can’t stand to look at each other, running away from home in the middle of the night, supported by Welfare, the list goes on and on. Yet what I hate about those questions are the limitations implied that people immediately impose on me. Assuming they know my full potential before I’ve had a chance to prove myself, as if there were some invisible limit to my abilities known only to them.
I grew up in Tijuana, Mexico where I had the privilege of enjoying, what some consider to be, an idyllic childhood. The biggest problems I had where the miniscule qualms of childhood. Then one day all my problems kowtowed to the gargantuan news that my family was moving. We were going to Anaheim, California, the reason behind the move incomprehensible at the time. Little notice was given. We were to pack our house, take only the essentials, and so I journeyed to the beginning of the end, the realization that life is not infallible as it would appears when you’re a child. The first couple of days were spent analyzing the environment, everything was new and therefore an enigma in the eyes of my 11 year old self but reality set in quickly. We were forced to live in a room, one room, as opposed to our house back in Mexico. The shock of such a transition was horrible, worse on my sisters than on me but still as impactful. I now had no choice but to share my meager belongings, privacy an idea of the past. It was at this age that I realized the grandiose nature of schools; they became my haven, the quintessential “other” home that I so desperately craved. At school I had my friends, my teacher, my books, my ideas; I fell in love with them, a love I still foster.
While I devoutly focused myself to my passion, I missed the signs of a strained marriage, the pressure of the move and all their financial problems must have been too much for my parents. My mom asked my dad for a divorce. What ensued was chaos, the calm nonviolent image of my father was shattered as he hit my mother and my older sister scrambled to pack any our clothes in tandem to our escape. My mom drove us all the way to San Diego, where we stayed with relatives to gain a sense of safety, but the dramatic schism in my family had taken its toll. My love for schools became an obsession; it was an escape from the troubles of real life, I became addicted to being in a place where no one knew of the past that I had no choice but to drag behind me. The looks of pity were the worst part; people treading carefully around me as if I were broken; the assumptions they made, there was no comfort in any of it. I grew irritated with teacher who knew of my background and extrapolated problems they thought they could fix. They couldn’t fix anything, that’s what they failed to understand.
It was this pampering that prompted me to work harder than other kids, needing to prove myself not only to them but, to myself. I refused to admit that my circumstances had broken me and I came to realize they hadn’t. I’ve become enamored with learning, knowing that it was my strongest companion during my period of hardship and now I want to devote myself to a greater cause. Although no one in my family was stricken by a life consuming disease I want to help people who have had the misfortune of being exposed to something like that. I want my work to protect them from the experience of having their families crumble away like mine did, that why I want to become a surgeon.