
Being adopted has meant constantly living in- between. I am Chinese by blood, but despite my parents taking me to China and observing customs
and traditions, I do not feel that these Chinese customs and traditions are my own. I feel like my face betrays the life I’ve actually lived. I’m American—but people still ask me where I’m “really” from. That question sticks like seaweed in my throat. I don’t honestly belong here or there.