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Personal Narrative: I Am An Asian American

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As an Asian American, I frequently get questioned about what kind of Asian I am. When I answer, I get mixed results. Most people who ask me that question like to assume that that I am Japanese or Korean since I love anime and listen to Korean pop. However, I am a Chinese American and I am proud of it. Since I have a Chinese background, I like to express to others about my culture. My father was born in Hong Kong while my mother was born in Taiwan. In Hong Kong, Dim Sum is huge part of culture. Dim Sum is Hong Kong food. They come in bite sizes and typically are served on a metal cart to you in restaurants. Like Hong Kong, there are foods specific to Taiwan. An example of such food is pig blood cake. Pig blood cake is typically not eaten
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