Personal Narrative: My Identity

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Ha, to some people this word is just a small laugh or a text one sends to a friend. The word Ha can have a different meaning for everyone. And to me, it is my identity. I was never always proud of being a Korean American. In elementary school when kids would make fun of my last name “Ha” and pretended to laugh at it, I was extremely bitter at myself for being born as the ugly duckling in a country full of white swans. When kids asked “Where are you from? Korea? Where’s that? North or South?” I hated identifying myself as an “alien” or a “stranger” in this country. Although America is a huge melting pot, we are still the minority.There were so many days where I thought to myself, what would life be like if I had a name that people could actually
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