“Hunxie,” she repeats, and proceeds to explain the term. Eventually, I gather that it means biracial. And then I recognize the parts, like finally seeing shapes in the clouds: Hun. Mixed. Xie. Blood. Back at home, sometimes people say I look exotic or foreign. Sometimes they even mean it as a compliment. I guess they don’t hear how that makes it sound like I’m some animal on display at the zoo.
