Is that your family? They’re white.

Gaby Segalla,
Washington, DC.

I’ve been adopted…twice. I was raised in a diverse community and I attend Georgetown Day School which is a very accepting school. I’m Vietnamese but I’ve been raised in America by a white family. When I am with my family and a friend who is white to other people I’m the odd one out. To strangers I probably look like I don’t belong. I remember when I was in middle school my brother came to see me at school and I waved to him. My friends looked at me as said “Who is that?” When I told them he was my brother they were all surprised. “But he’s white.” Even though people know I’m adopted they still get surprised to see that they are white and I am Asian. I know I look out of place but family is not always decided by blood.


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