 Growing up in a multicultural household was confusing. I just remember being confused. There's no other word for it. I was not allowed to do things that my American friends were allowed to do. I was doing things differently than my American friends were doing. I was eating different foods for a lot. Normal American kids bring a snack pack or a lunchables box. That was the thing in the 90s when I was a kid. I'd be coming in with falafel and hummus sandwiches and trying to explain to my friends why I'm eating a sandwich with a yogurt cheese spread inside. They all thought I was gross. There was always a piece of me that was different no matter what group of people I was trying to fit in with.