On St. Patrick’s Day we were supposed to wear green in my first grade class. I was the only Chinese student. I wore red. The teacher painted my nose green. 29 kids laughed as she said, “We are all Irish on St. Patrick’s Day.” Later, I cried to my mother, “You told me I was Chinese. How can I be Irish too?” Many years later on March 17, I wear green. My almond eyes are smiling, sure it’s like a morn in Beijing!Ironically, my husband Mark is Irish.
It’s great to be an American!