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A Born in America, I spoke English, not Chinese, the language of my ancestors. When I was three, my parents flashed cards with Chinese 36 at my face, but I pushed them 37 . My mom believed I would learn 38 I was ready. But the 39 never came. On a Chinese New Year’s Eve, my uncle spoke to me in Chinese, but all I could do was 40 at him, confused, scratching my head. “Still can’t speak Chinese?” He 41 me, “You can’t even buy a fish in Chinatown.” “Hey, this is America, not China. I’ll get some 42 with or without Chinese.” I replied and turned to my mom for 43 . “Remember to ask for fresh fish, Xin Xian Yu,” she said, handing over a $20 bill. I 44 the words, running downstairs into the streets of Chinatown. I found the fish 45 surrounded in a sea of customers. “I’d like to buy some fresh fish,” I shouted to the fishman. But he 46 my English words and turned to serve the next customer. The laugh of the people behind increased 47 their impatience. With every 48 , the breath of the dragons（龙）on my back grew stronger---my blood boiling--- | 
