Growing up in New Zealand as a young migrant was a bit like a social experiment. I was trying to balance the stereotypical Asian piano-practising and the good math grades—for those who know me, that's a joke—against the really Kiwi side of always disappointing my mum when I came home barefoot and with no books in my bag, and all the while often playing translator for my parents, as well, in dealings with our landlord, utility companies, and at parent-teacher interviews. They stopped going once I reached intermediate school because they realised the information they had been getting was somewhat single-sided. 