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Raising A Second Generation Canadian
This was me in second grade bragging about losing my tooth: “Look Mrs. P, my tooth fell out yesterday!” “Oh wow, did you get money from the tooth fairy?” “The what?” “You know, the tooth fairy? You put your teeth under your pillow and you get money.” “Oh yeah…I knew that!” I had no idea what or who the tooth fairy was, but I was good at pretending to know things early on during my childhood. To fit in and to not stand out as one of the few Chinese kids in town, there were many moments where I pretended to know about Canadian culture, where in fact I didn’t. Immigrating to a small Alberta town at a young age, I sort of hated being Chinese and I certainly wished my parents understood Canadian culture better. I wanted to be the kid that knew the words to all the Christmas carols, and all the words to the NKOTB songs. I wanted a normal Christmas tree like I saw on TV, not some giant plant with red pockets …