Every time I come back to Taiwan, strangers always think I am a foreigner. A young girl thought I was from Vietnam yesterday. A Chinese American boy looked at me and started to chat with me in English. How could he possibly know that I can speak English? A guy told me that I speak with funny accent, and he was guessing that I was from Mainland China. My skin is darker than most Taiwanese girls. I got too much tanned in Chicago. So what, we should be proud of whom we are. It doesn’t matter whom I look like. We are all human beings, and we should be treated equally in despite of our skin colors. GM and Ching are going to stop by to meet me. Life is an exciting journey.