It really isn't that funnyMy parents speak with an apparent accent. In their books, tuition is pronounced “too-shin” and the letter “r” doesn’t naturally roll off their tongues.
When I was in the second grade, my mother volunteered as a chaperone for my class during our school’s annual walk-a-thon fundraiser. Naturally, with being a chaperone came the responsibility of conversing with my classmates. |
My grandma’s favorite plantStanding majestically at 3 feet in the far right corner of my grandma’s backyard is her favorite plant: the pandan plant. The various shades of bright and forest greens speckle through the slender, pointy leaves that split at the roots, creating a pattern resembling the top of a pineapple. Pandan leaves have a flowery yet subtle aroma of coconut and are commonly used in Malaysian cuisine.
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I used to be a proud banana
For clarification, I am referring to the fruit metaphor that classifies individuals of Asian descent as whitewashed. Although they may appear to look Asian on the outside, their actions resemble one who has assimilated into American culture, thus “white” on the inside.
During an afternoon snack break in elementary school, I huddled around our usual table underneath the enormous oak tree that stood in front of the playground with two of my friends. |
I never had an American Girl dollIt was pajama day at school, and I excitedly walked into the classroom wearing my pink ribbon pajamas. When sitting down, I noticed that more than half of the girls in my class were holding a doll. These dolls were wearing the same pajamas as my classmates and had identical features to them as well. Confused, I asked one of my tablemates about the dolls.
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