When your mother is Asian and your father isn’t, it’s automatically assumed that you’re the daughter of a gold digger.
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I REMEMBER the first time I noticed someone staring at me. I was seven, standing with my parents on the side of a road waiting for the traffic to clear in Lidcombe, the Sydney suburb where I grew up.
When I finished looking to my left and right, just like my parents had taught me, I locked eyes with a woman. She was middle-aged and had light skin, just like my father. She stared at me as I held hands with two people of different colour, one Caucasian and the other, not. The other was my mother, who is Filipino.
That look told me all I needed to know: in the eyes of some, I am different.
That same year, at my school’s end-of-year concert, I discovered that my classmate with a Filipino father and white Australian mother didn’t receive the same looks. Her mother was plump, and light skinned like my father, and her father was short, and mel..