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Submitted by freefortermpapers on 06/24/2008 03:00 PM
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Family
I hold my pillow tight. Mascara and eyeliner are running down my cheeks. I'm locked in my room, while my mother and father are banging and kicking on my door telling me to leave their house immediately. Feeling like all four walls are closing in on me, feeling like I'm being singled out in an auditorium full of 7000 people, feeling like this emotion will never pass, I can only help to wonder what life would've been like without the "Asian, only child and girl" combination.
A mixture of burning incense, rice and oriental ointment was the aroma that my house possessed. Anything that was typically Vietnamese/Chinese cliché, you could find it in my very own domain. From the standard Asian beliefs and traditions, to the Buddha shrine, to the tin foil thumb tacked into the ceiling above the shrine, so the incenses wouldn't make a stain on the ceiling - they would all be there.
My parents are both of Chinese descents, born in Vietnam and immigrated to Canada when they were in their mid- 20's. I always knew I, as a minority, was different growing up; that I had a set of unwritten rules that only I would have to follow. It was encrypted into the back of mind that I was like chalk and cheese to society. I was told that I am not, in my dad's accent, "Canadian", but that I am "Da Mat Vang", a yellow skinned face. This was a factor that they stressed upon most, ensuring that I knew my colour and I knew the difference between the colours.
They held me captive in this room until the colour of my face was blue. I just needed an exit. I felt like I was a prisoner strapped into a chair by cultural distinction. I just needed an exit.
Up until about grade 9, I projected my view very similarly to what my parents saw. Family was my only resource of apprehension, awareness and judgement besides school. For the longest time, my conscience made me feel that any way besides the traditional Asian way was erroneous. However, this Asian way...
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