?Banana?s here! Poor thing. Illiterate and can?t speak properly.?
This was not the welcome I expected from family friends when I arrived in Hong Kong from Canada. I had grown up as the token Asian, but now I had become the token white girl, a.k.a. the ?gwai mui.?
I am Chinese. I look Chinese. I was born in Hong Kong.
I have had Confucian principles bred into me from birth. I put career and good grades above life itself and believe that whatever I can?t achieve through talent I can make happen through hard work and self-discipline.
Yet, if I listen to friends and family here in Hong Kong, I am no more Chinese than lemon chicken.
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