There’s a scene in Rush Hour 2. Jackie Chan’s character is protecting a little girl from Hong Kong and in order to do so – he removes her from her hometown and she gets relocated to America.
Before Jackie Chan knows it, the girl becomes assimilated and knows EVERY SINGLE WORD to Mariah Carey’s Heartbreaker.
That to me that sums up my experience of living in Australia. My earliest memories were swaying to Boyz to Men’s End of the Road and closing my eye’s singing loudly to 4 P.M’s Sukiyaki.
Even though America was and is still half a world away, my fond childhood is awash with cultural influences.
My parents ran the local Chinese restaurant; often, when mum and dad were trying to make ends meet, we were left to our own devices.
Instead of pretending like my parents sat around discussing the impact of the Gulf War, and its global ramifications, I had a very different education.
I’m immensely proud of this, and won’t hide behind the truth. While I was listening to R&B music and raiding my sister’s CD rack which included goodies such as All Cried Out by Allure and Mimi’s Music Box – my selfless parents who literally had to start over in their 30s because of the Vietnam War did the best to support their family.
This included cleaning toilets, working until 11pm at night and battling a new culture, its language and customs.
My personal essays are an insight into how I grew up and the many experiences and laughs I’ve had along the way.
I hope these essays enlightens your soul, makes you feel comfortable to be just you and empowers our community.