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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.

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  1. 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.

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