My friends carry different heritages from their ancestors. They are Irish, German, Italian, and Russian all put together in a single body. They don't have a simple, sole tradition, but they don't care.

Unlike me.

My parents are purely Korean, but I was born and raised in America. That makes me entirely Korean by blood, but half American. It leaves me unsure of what I am.

I am excessively proud of my home country, but my Korean sounds off and I can barely read it. Writing it is impossible. I don't really celebrate Korean holidays, much less know Korean customs. I don't know anything about the history and geography of my ancestry.

As for my American element, my peers admit that I possess an accent when speaking English, but I know much about American history and geography. I excel at reading and writing in English for my age. Besides some exceptions, I celebrate American holidays.

It may seem that I'm more American than Korean, but I don't agree. Just because I know more about America doesn't mean that tips the scale. Then again, not knowing about my heritage doesn't help the Korean part of me either.

I feel like the main character from the book, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I have two types of people within me, and I'm not sure which side I am on. I'm torn between these different cultures from different continents.

However, whatever waits for me in the future, whatever happens, I know one thing. 

I'm proud to be Korean-American. That's who I am.