Even though I thought I had grown up under much Chinese culture and influence, nothing had prepared me for the experience that this wedding was.
“My mother was a refugee from the Vietnam War…. Although my mother raised me to be the best American girl I could be, deep down I was still Vietnamese.”
“My mother is Korean and my father is…mostly white. I suppose that would make me Korean-American. Or Amerasian. Or a hapa. Why so many labels?”