I wonder if people of mixed heritage stand in front of the mirror, constantly trying to figure out which parent gave them which features. I'm sure non-mixed people do that too, but it's a whole less complicating. As of now, I have come to the realisation that I can no longer ask someone of mixed heritage where exactly they come from. I never get an answer.

"So you're...X?"
"Hm, actually, I'm one quarter Y, one fifth Z and maybe a teeny weeny little bit of A."
-cough.

I no longer intend to ask that question. I shall assume from now on. God knows, maybe I'm a descendant of the great heavenly amoebas that live within my nostrils. Ah, no, I'm only a quarter amoeba. You can tell by the blacks strands that fall from my head.