I went to Manchester again today and spent the day with my Grandma as I do every Sunday. It's hard being a quarter Asian but also very Irish and entirely ginger, especially when I'm out and about with her. Once a guy openly stared at us in a Costa coffee shop, clearly trying to figure out what this little elderly Asian lady and pale ginger girl are doing together. My mum looks half Asian, and all my cousins look a bit like Grandma but I don't. Her husband, my Grandpa, however, was ginger too, and my mum tells me I look like a female version of him, but nobody can tell that when they glance at her. People tell me I look nothing like my mum and that "oh, you must look just like your father." I don't though, I actually do look a lot like my mother… Except I'm pale and she isn't. I guess it counts as racism really, and although I am technically Eurasian, I feel very uncomfortable ticking it on forms because I know people will see it, then look at me, and think I chose the wrong box, or that I was having a joke. So I usually choose white British, and feel very disheartened about doing so, but at least I've never had the stink eye for doing that before.
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