Lots of times people mistake me for being Chinese. My mom thinks some people think Iím Chinese because my Dad and my last name are Chinese, but I donít. I think that most non-Asians canít tell the difference between Chinese, Japanese and Korean-Americans. But I can. I know just who I am. I am a Korean-American, Irish and Chinese b adoption and a little African, Thai, Indian and Japanese- American from my siblings.
Most of the time I just feel regular American and I donít think much about my ethnicity. But Iíve always known that Iím Korean-American and Iíve always been proud of it. I enjoy Korean food but I also like hamburgers and french fries. I have lots of friends from several countries but my Korean friends are kind of special. I have Korean friends who are adopted and Korean friends who live with their Korean families.
I remember once when I was in second grade. I had a good friend named Jee Soo.
I liked going over to Jee Sooís house and sometimes we would have dried quid legs. It does not sound good to a lot of people, but it really tastes delicious. Jee Soo and I would play as if I was in her family a lot when I was over at her house. I also enjoyed pretending that her little brother was my brother.
At school, I would always trade my peanut butter and jelly sandwich for her bul kogi sandwich. I would trade her because she wanted to be American, and because I love bul kogi. One time when I was at Jee Sooís house I saw a picture of her one-year-old birthday party. I said, "I had a birthday party when I was one just like you and a picture just like yours." I think we both picked the book Ėthat's why weíre so smart!
When I saw that picture it really made me think we are sisters in some ways Ė Korean sisters!