Is it always nice to be unique?
When I'm here, in Canada, I stick out in photos distinctly as Asian next to my Caucasian friends. And when I'm in Asia, I stick out in photos distinctly as Caucasian next to my Asian relatives. I said this to my father. I tried to explain this uneasiness of not having a place anywhere in the world where I look the same as other people. I've recently been to parts of Asia I haven't seen for eleven years, where part of my roots are, roots that I've only really discovered now. And it was wonderful...but then I feel that my roots are here, because I grew up here. "I don't fit in anywhere," I said to my father.
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