Issue One: Kindness

Out of my 10 million times of being greeted with ‘nihao’ or ‘xiexie’, the most bizarre one was, funnily enough, at the departure gate of Melbourne Airport.

The two ground staff, in their late 20s, Caucasian of course, said ‘xiexie’ whilst requesting to check my boarding pass and passport.  Upon receiving my AUSTRALIAN passport, they started to put on a cheeky smile and looked each other in the eyes.

At this very given moment, I gave up on the guessing game of ‘if I was being overly sensitive’ vs. ‘should I fight an everyday occurrence of racism’. Instead, I smiled back and thought, maybe I will just kill them with kindness, as always.