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Growing up is hard when both of your brothers share a skin tone that’s far different from yours.

I went through my phases of lack of an ethnic identity, but as I’ve gotten older I know who I now am, and that is all that matters.

I’ve always been extremely proud to be Hapa. When I first came across the term, I was all “hot damn, finally!”

People til this day still stare wide eyed when I tell them he’s my Kuya and that we are the same exact ethnicity, they don’t believe me. I don’t care if they believe me or not, all that matters is we know who we are!

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