There must be countless Americans who somewhat feel detached from their looks, but the reason might be different for each person. For example, I am a descendant of Korean immigrants, but I can’t speak my mother tongues (i.e. Korean). I have never called my elders using the proper words or phrases such as “elder brother” and “elder sister”. I have never dated Korean girls, and neither have I a Korean friend. Although I am an immigrant, I have never imagined working hard as an immigrant should.
I am an Asian American, or sarcastically speaking a banana or cream cake (yellow on the outside and white on the inside). Although I don’t think that a person’s race determines everything about him or her, but I believe that racial prejudice has been deeply ingrained into our minds. We distinguish people by their faces among a crowd of people. Although, in many aspects, I have already lost the characteristics of Asian people, but I do have an Asian face.
