Paying tribute to my romanian (gypsy) heritage is the least I can do as I tend to exclude the eastern european portion of my blood in conversation, generally concentrating on my chinese and british ancestry. For years I simply omitted Romanian as part of my nationality as it seemed to be the most foreign in my life. Plus being raised by a chinese mother (even if she only remains half) appeared full chinese in my eyes because 1) To this day she continues to constantly mix her "he's" and "she's" even though she is well into her thirty years of being a Canadian citizen. 2) She'll mistaken me for one of her friends on the phone and will shout in cantonese before I can squeeze in a word. 3) She knows best when it comes to school and jobs or so she believes. 4) Her once fading chinese accent is resurfacing as she gets older. Furthermore as my family celebrates almost every chinese holiday and attend dimsum outings at least twice a week, my siblings and I have no other choice than to take part in this eastern European denial.
Almost always people have trouble processing the notion of my chinese heritage and instantaneously reject the cold truth. As per usual I repeat myself at least a couple of times before they say "ohhh okay, that's odd". Uhhhh sure. Who am I kidding? If it were me I would feel equally if not more troubled with the idea of a white girl having asian blood. With my potent eastern european features, strangers appear at ease once they shake the missing piece of the puzzle out of me. Everything seems to make all the sense in the world now. "So then you are only a little chinese". A little part in me dies every single time somebody makes that remark.
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