Growing up mixed race, you get very used to the constant questioning and comments, often unprompted, about your heritage. It’s only as an adult that I started to question the questions.
The list is endless – from the classic, “Where are you from?” and, “Did you grow up in Australia?” to, “Really, you don’t speak any other languages?” and, “Let me guess, [insert Asian country here]?” I get it. People are interested in my cultural background. And sometimes I think, hell, it just starts a conversation and what’s wrong with that? Then other times, I want to reply, “I’m Australian,” because I AM!
This sentence always feels unfinished – so
