Personal Narrative: Growing Up In A Sterotypical Asian Family

Being in a biracial family is something I had never expected to happen. Growing up in a stereotypical Asian family, I was always taught to be conservative in our behavior, never be out walking alone, and to be cautious of the poor, Black homeless people who are often hanging around the slummy alleyways of downtown Los Angeles eying random passersby with either a gloomy, defeated look in their eyes or a hard, uncomfortable stare. As a result, I grew up to become a very cautious and reserved family girl. I rarely went out with friends and usually felt content with settling in my warm, serene home. The thought of becoming friends from outside my comfort zone was never something I expected nonetheless becoming family with a whole different race never crossed my mind until the one day when I …show more content…
I have not seen her since twelve years ago and wondered how much has changed since she had left us. “Sharon, hurry up and get in the car! Your aunt and her family is waiting for us at the restaurant already.” It was five o clock in the evening when my mom rushed me as she piled her necessities in her purse. She is normally very composed no matter what type of circumstances it is but particularly today, she looked so jittery that it made me feel slightly uneasy. I panicked as I looked over my clothes and planned out the day before to make sure I looked acceptable for my first meeting with my new family members. It had been quite a lengthy amount of time since I have seen my aunt and I felt eager yet anxious. Knowing the fact I will be able to see my aunt very soon made my heart beat