This is what my mom said to me whenever she was angry at me. My mom is Vietnamese and my dad is half Chinese half Vietnamese.
The thing is, my whole life, no one has ever thought from just looking at me that I was either. I grew up in the US and there were many times when Latinos started speaking Spanish to me, thinking I was Latino too. I would also be mistaken for Filipino, or Hawaiian. When I was in Hawaii, I would be mistaken for a local. When I was working in Southeast Asia, everyone would think that I was local (Lao, Thai, Cambodian, all except for Vietnamese of course). Once, a Vietnamese lady was surprised at my fluent Vietnamese, she thought that I learned it working at a Vietnamese restaurant.
I grew up in refugee camps in Thailand and the Philippines before immigrating to the US at the age of nine. Nowadays I’m a documentary photographer. My desire to find my roots and a sense of belonging is a catalyst for my photography. You can check out my photography here.