According to my parents, I don’t fit the mold of what a respectable young Asian man should be. I don’t like Math. I don’t like Physics. I like English. I like History. I don’t dress nice and neat as they think a respectable person should. I don’t listen to everything they tell me to do like they did for their parents. But worst of all, by not being the perfect Asian stereotype my parents want me to be, I’m setting a bad example for my younger siblings.

I’m just your run of the mill Asian kid. I also happen to be from Southern California, born and raised. Which makes me a Valley boy, born and raised. Living in this particular part of the Valley doesn’t give a person much of a chance to really know the definition of being Asian.