As I look out the window of my home in New York City, the epicenter of the COVID-19 pandemic in the US, the sun is shining. And the birds are chirping. On a typical NYC day, I rarely ever hear the birds over the noise of the city.
I respond, “My dad’s side of the family is Chinese.” But even though that statement is true, it doesn’t always tell my whole story. I am not just my appearance or my last name. My identity incorporates all parts of me, both the seen and the unseen. My dad’s