Identity and mistaken identity

I was just sitting upstairs, rereading all the letters my mom and my sister wrote to me in my youth. Both were and are very smart women, and both know that a child needs stable and loving relationships to grow intellectually and emotionally into a well-adjusted adult. I had only loving relationships in my youth, and was surrounded by intelligent and well-adjusted adults. My mom, a teacher, showered me with love. My sister, also a teacher, loved me and encouraged me in all things intellectual. My dad, a dirt bike racer, flight instructor, sailor, taught me how to wrestle and laughed when some mean girls sarcastically called me "fat chick." To these great and well-adjusted folk, I give credit for my being so smart and well-adjusted. They helped to form my identity in my youth. Today, I am afraid, my intelligence has been overrated and mistakenly taken to be greater than it really is by my good, but somewhat deceived, friend who gave me a copy of a CD from the musical The Light in the Piazza, based on a book by the same name. I have ordered a copy of this book in the hope that I might keep the appearance of this great intelligence that I don't really have, and continue my ruse. I truly desire to be as smart as I can pretend to be.