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"When I was growing up, I had one Asian friend. I can imagine my parents
thinking about friendship analytically at first; I was adopted from
Korea when I was 2 and a half and the adjustment was difficult. I worked
with speech and physical therapists, unable to form English sounds and
beaten down by disease and neglect. I nearly died from hepatitis. As I
grew up, I stayed with this friend after school until my parents
finished teaching. His house was a place where I could eat rice that
stuck together, not what my Korean wife now would call “flying rice.”
I’m not sure whether people realize that adopted kids think of
themselves as the race of their parents—I must have been in elementary
school before I realized I looked different from them. I felt both
different and eerily similar to my Taiwanese friend, T., and his
traditional—so it seemed to me—mother and father."