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Personal Narrative: My Personal Identity In The US

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I've always thought about what it would feel like not to be discriminated against or to not have people tell me that I look different compared to the stereotypical “American”. I’ve wondered what life would be like if I hadn’t grown up in a family where two completely different cultures came together to create one. I’ve thought about how much easier life would be if both sides of my family lived driving distances away from where I live. I’ve recognized that no matter how I may act to certain people, they will not try and get to know me based off of my physical appearance. Despite the number of times these thoughts have crossed my mind, I will never be ashamed of who I am and my Japanese heritage. The summer of 2008 was the first year I was

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