
Being That Sort of Asian Girl
It took me until I was twelve to realize it. I was at junior high and my mom came to help out at an event. When my classmate saw her, he whispered to me: “I didn’t know your mom was Chinese.” I didn’t know either. (Hey, Mom. Apparently, you’re Chinese.) That was the first time it dawned on me. I’m Asian. Or to be more … Continue reading Being That Sort of Asian Girl