A lot of my [Australian born Chinese] friends ‘aahh-ed’ in understanding, as if the puzzle pieces finally fell into place when I said my family is from Yunnan. They wondered aloud why my name was so Chinese when my face wasn’t. It is weird getting told half your life that you’re ‘too Chinese’ to be British, and then be considered ‘not Chinese enough’ in Australia. The duality of my identity has always been a struggle, but I am no longer at war with myself. My family loves me through my broken Chinese, and it is their love that defines me.