Whether it's starting a new job or the first few days of school, I scan the room for East Asian and Southeast Asian people. It's a subconscious habit but there's something comforting from seeing people who look like me. But when small talk commences, I realize I find more familiarity with the white people in the room.
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Banana
Non-FictionBeing a biracial Chinese person raised by white people in a western society, I have always found it difficult to find my place. In this small collection of flash creative nonfiction, I explore the way I am perceived by others versus how I perceive m...
