I am nine years old. People ask me where I’m from, and I never really know what to say. It’s complicated. I was born in Canada. Then my family moved to Shenzhen. Then back to Canada. Then New York. Then China again. About two years ago, we moved to Singapore.
But here’s what I’ve figured out: Complicated is actually OK. Maybe it’s even good.
Singapore is the first place I’ve lived where I feel like I actually belong. I go to a local school, which means I learn the same things Singaporean children learn, and do the same exams. At first, it was hard. But my teachers were patient, and my classmates became real friends.
