Who Am I?
Since I came to the U.S, the question “Who am I?” has lingered in my mind. Why do I ask myself this question over and over?
I feel so sad and hurt when people I met at school, on the bus, in the street tell me that I look more like Japanese or Chinese.
How can I look like Japanese Chinese people while the way I dress, the way I communicate and the way I look are completely different.
I wish some one would be able to recognize me as Vietnamese before I tell him or her that I am from the country sharing borders with China, Laos and Cambodia.
Although Chinese and Japanese women look more gorgeous than our Vietnamese ones, I do not want to be thought of as their fellows.
I just want to be seen as Vietnamese because I am proud of my home country and my origin though my nation’s developments pale in comparison with theirs.
I am aware that recently in Vietnam, a significant number of young people have imitated almost all kinds of life styles of South Koreans because they think doing otherwises, they will look unfashionable and outdated.
To me, that practice is a deep shame to our national pride and I never support that shameful lifestyle.
When I am in Easthampton, I feel very delighted when teaching people Vietnamese language and seeing my host and her friends enjoy Vietnamese foods I made.
I am also proud when I tell them about my country, my city of Can Tho and my life in Vietnam.
In my mind, one cannot be seen as a good person if he or she gets rid of their national origin.