Help me with my college essay and be brutally honest

I’m confused as to how to go about this and it’s more than 650 words and idk I’m confused I know it doesn’t explain much on who I am rn and idk how to incorporate that or well write it properly? Structure needs to be worked on but idk how to rly fix it either:

My teacher found a thick purple and black striped, woolen sock in my desk. It was ridiculously long and worn out, thanks to Canadian winter snow. Better yet! The pills on the fabric gathered enough Cheeto crumbs to constitute a snack.
Before you get the wrong idea, I’m not an unhygienic girl, the sock was simply the aftermath of an 8-year-old girl living with a single parent, two sisters, and a handicapped grandmother. On top of that, I was trying to navigate a life in a foreign country with barely knowing any English and no French. There was so much going on at home that I couldn’t even figure out how my sock ended up in my desk.
It’s 8pm on a cold winter Saturday, my arms were itchy from the Dawn dish soap, my hair kept falling in my face, as I scrubbed the last pot in the sink. I heard my father, who’s at home because he’s looking for a job at the time, across the hall walking my grandmother to the bathroom
“Come on, move your left leg” he shouted. A few seconds later, I heard the frustration in his voice as he finally decided to drag her the rest of the way. I dried the last one of the plates before making my way to my room, already thinking about getting back to my giant mansion in Bloxburg, my favorite game on Roblox.
Then I heard the words I dreaded.
“(My name), help grandma out in the bathroom.”
I hated those words.
I hated pulling down her diaper. I hated cleaning up the mess she had made. I hated being so close to bodily fluids when I was still just a kid. Most of all, I hated that I had started to become familiar with something no eight-year-old should have had to learn.
Eventually, my father found a job. The problem was that it was a night-shift job, which meant that during the day, I was in class learning French numbers – un, deux, trois- and at night, I was counting something else: how many pills my grandmother needed before I helped her into bed, or how many she needed before I helped her get up to eat.
She didn’t always need us in this way. Years earlier, she had been hit by a motorcycle, badly injuring her knees. Afraid that surgery would do more harm than good, she refused it. By the time we moved to Canada from India, became citizens, and finally had access to free healthcare, she was considered too old for the surgery.
So, we adapted.
And somewhere between learning a new language, washing dishes, changing diapers, counting pills, and trying to be a normal kid, I learned something else. I learned to be teachable, that we learn nothing from life if we think we’re right all the time.
I’ve been through many drastic changes throughout my life, many of which I wasn’t happy about either. I used to be a very whiny kid, until I realized it was my choice to either sulk about it, or grow from it. It all started with a giant move from India to Canada, my first big change. I went from to my parents divorcing, to my grandmother’s condition, to my mother’s schizophrenic episodes, to my 2nd big move during the most critical year of my life, my senior year, to the United States, and finally the challenges I faced throughout the American schooling system to get enough credits to be able to graduate because Canadian credits aren’t accepted.
As a child I would constantly think “this is unfair, I shouldn’t have to do this, nobody else I know does”, but as I grew older, my mindset has begun to shift, from accepting that yes, it might’ve been unfair in some ways, but there were things this experience has taught me that I wouldn’t have learned otherwise. I realized I could spend the rest of my life resenting the circumstances I didn’t choose or to be willing to learn what they had to teach me.
And that question has followed me far beyond just my childhood
These experiences made me look for opportunities to learn where I could find them. I try to make the most of my days and chances, I try to excel or learn from any of them. From the 7th to the 12th grade, I’ve managed to score a certification in many different domains : first aid, glider, scuba diving, baby-sitting, advanced aviation, and marksmanship. Each one of them taught me something different, but most importantly they all supported the same habit, I don’t know something, or have the time to burn, I want to learn it.