When I was younger and looked more like a girl, people would sometimes mistake my dad and me for a couple. We knew this both indirectly, how eyes would shift between us, reflecting back unease or judgment, and directly, such as the time a hotel clerk tried to sell us a romantic sunset cruise. We developed a knee-jerk dismissal of these charges—both of us laughing—and I told myself that this was just another classic half-Asian experience, and eventually I could write a funny essay about it. When I posted about one of these incidents on Facebook, my half-Asian friend Anna commented, THE WIFE
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