My mother is a Roman Catholic. My father is a Protestant. My family name is Jewish and I’ve got Muslim cousins. I’ve got Filipino and Spanish blood running through my veins but to a lot of people I look Chinese. Alrighty then, I’m a mongrel. My family background is-should I say eclectic?

I thought about this the other day and felt grateful that I was born at a time when people are more open-minded and more accepting of differences and diversities. What mattered was how you distinguished your own identity rather than what your background says you are. I’m also grateful that I was not born and lived in a closed-minded strict country that saw things in black and white.