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  <description>I am an American-born Chinese. A child of immigrants who met in the States. My parents have always tried to instill a bit of Chinese pride within me. I was made to watch the TV shows from Hong Kong. They had me go to Chinese school growing up. I was very resistant, preferring the draw of the Yankees and Nintendo.
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I sometimes regret not embracing my heritage more.
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Many of my childhood friends were just as resistant. I am fortunate enough to keep in contact with most of them. Now they have children of their own and try to pass on their culture to the next generation.
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But how much tradition can be passed from someone illiterate in Chinese? Is it real custom or did I pick it from a bad TVB soap opera? What do I really know outside of a mahjong table? What will I do when I have kids? Will they care?

Luckily, I will not have to deal with this for quite some time. But it doesn't mean I don't think about it.

&#8211;Edward Cheng</description>
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  <title>I am an American-born Chinese</title>
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