Posted February 05, 2018 11:25:13My son is a middle school student in the Bronx.
His Asian friends are the ones who are always there to cheer him on, who are the best friends, who make him feel like he’s part of the family.
When I first met him in fifth grade, he was a quiet kid, quiet in a way that made it hard for me to talk to him, because I didn’t know how to interact with him.
And then one day he just started laughing and laughing, and that was enough to make me feel better.
But that is what he always wanted to be: a happy kid.
I think the reason he got to be an American is because of my Asian friends.
They’re the ones that I’m most comfortable talking to, because they understand the language and understand my needs, and they help me find the right kind of friends.
I think the best part of being an Asian-American is that I can relate to them in a very real way.
My Asian friends come from a lot of different backgrounds, so I don’t think I would have been able to find someone who understands the difference between a Japanese American, Korean American, American Indian or other Asian American background.
But when I think about what it means to be part of a community, to be accepted as a part of an ethnic group, that’s what really makes me happy.
It’s not just my Asian-Americans, but my white friends who are part of this community.
We’re all Asian American, but I’m not really the only Asian American I know.
I’m very lucky.
And I think that’s a big part of why people come here, because it’s not really about race.
I come here because I think it’s a place where people can just connect, a place that’s very safe and it’s really accepting.