Personal Narrative: My Growing Up
Growing up, most of the children I knew would go to church on Sunday’s, visit their grandparents’ house to bake cookies after school, and have milk and cereal for breakfast every morning. But I had never set foot inside of a religious building, couldn’t even speak the same language as my grandmothers, and ate congee with fermented soy beans like it was the most natural thing in the world. My little town where I’d grown up, made friends, and built memories was, to say the least, completely un-diverse.
The fact that I was so different from the community I lived in wasn’t apparent until I got into school and was stared at for looking different and began to be occasionally called “Chinese girl”. Though this had the potential to be a defining part
The fact that I was so different from the community I lived in wasn’t apparent until I got into school and was stared at for looking different and began to be occasionally called “Chinese girl”. Though this had the potential to be a defining part