Being The Other
Fariha Róisín

What a familiar story. I’m a first generation Australian with immigrant parents from Vietnam. And while obviously I looked and was raised differently than the other kids I went to school with, I felt like them (or thought I did), more so than the friends and relatives of my parents who were refugees who escaped Vietnam. I didn’t fit into the country I was born into, and didn’t truly fit into the community around my family. It took me until my late teens to realise I didn’t have to FIT into anything other than who I was.

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