Why I Am Indian?

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My parents got divorced when I was 10, my older brother was 13 and my younger brother was 6. I was started spending more time with my someday step family that year although my mom will deny to this day that she didn 't get together with Udayan, my someday stepfather, until a long time after the divorce. Udayan is a first generation American, with both of his parents reigning from superpower that is India. I have never been to India, though if I am meeting someone for the first time and they ask about my Indian family because it was brought up because a picture on facebook or me pronouncing Udayan 's name in front of them they always seem to ask the same questions, how I am Indian, if I have ever been to India before, why I am white and …show more content…
Maybe I just hangout with really stupid people, unlikely because I go to a university that costs 50k but totally possible, but people can 't understand the concept that my Indian brothers are from my step dad 's previous marriage and my biological brothers, the white ones, are from my biological mother and father and my step dad and real mom have not had children together. This conversation lasts about 10-15 very long minutes so unless someone asks specially about my Indian family or I just explain my Australian dad and say I have four brothers and a sister because it is just easier in case I reference them in casual conversation and put off the conversation about that side of my family until it comes up. Although I am very proud of that heritage, my Australian accent is a tad more noticeable than my lack of Indian …show more content…
My youngest step-brother was only 5 years old when we merged and thus he really doesn 't remember much from a time when we weren 't in each others lives we still have the distinct separation that make it so we will never be of the same cloth. When either of us thinks of our family dynamic, we are two different families who have merged and not true flesh and blood siblings. We look different, our real parents are different, our history is different, and experiences are different. I will never be able to embrace the Indianess of my family because although my step brothers are my brothers and we have been family for basically our entire life we can not both say we are

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