Raised by my Vietnamese grandmother, I always associated myself as being just Vietnamese.
I spoke fluent Vietnamese and could read and write it. It was not until I got older that people really started to question what I was.
For the first time, I realized how unique I am. I am like no one else I know. I am me, Hapa.
Hapa Voice 
It took me some time, but that was the conclusion I came to as well. I am me, not this or that, though I love those things too and claim them, but this is who I am and I am happy with that.