It’s actually Tak-Wah (pronounced “duck wah”). My immigrant parents chose the name — which means “broad virtue” in Cantonese — so I wouldn’t forget my heritage. Not that I needed the reminder growing up. My black hair, short stature, and funny-sounding last name (Yee) ensured I stood out in our nearly all-white neighborhood.
Like most kids, I just wanted to fit in. Unable to hide the fact I was Asian, I focused on toning down my Asian-ness. Besides my middle name, I wouldn’t mention my family’s Chinese traditions or visits to Gong Gong and Ngin Ngin’s house. I spoke only English, ate the cafeteria lunch, and attended Sunday School. My soccer and Cub Scout uniforms offered both belonging and protection.