An elderly woman walked up to me after a choir concert. "Oh, you are so cute!" she said, holding my face in her hands. "What are you?" I've been asked this question for as long as I can remember. My response is always, "I'm Indian," to which many respond, "Oh yeah, what tribe?"
"I'm Indian," I said, wishing silently that more Americans knew their Asian geography.
"Oh, and you can sing too," she cooed.
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