“But Sally, wouldn’t you wish to wed a white guy?”
I froze. It was a Saturday mid-day, and my friend and I are moving a bag of potato chips backwards and forwards, writing on kids. Correction: she talked-about boys, and I listened. Whenever she said that a white child from your English lessons felt interested in myself, we replied that I becamen’t into matchmaking white guys. What I really implied ended up being that I wasn’t into men. But in the chronilogical age of fourteen, I found myself uncertain of myself personally and struggling to know the variety of identities that crisscrossed my personal getting. Which was when she fell the bomb: “But Sally, wouldn’t you should wed a white guy?”
I muttered things about being bored with wedding, and also the time passed
Their question, but haunts us to this very day. While my fourteen-year-old home ended up being vaguely upset but incapable of identify the crime, I’m able to now define what harm myself then and consistently hurt myself as an Asian girl inside the U.S.