Change Chinese to Mongolian in this text

How to Be Chinese
Celeste Ng

Take pleasure in the surprise on people’s faces when you say, “My name is Mackenzie Altman.” When they ask, explain that yes, your mother adopted you from China; no, you don’t know your birth parents; no, you don’t speak the language. Smile politely when they say you have no accent.

At eighteen, accept a place at a small liberal arts school in Ohio, four hours away, just over the state border. According to the website, the incoming freshman class is 450. Its average Asian population is three percent. Do the math: thirteen and a half Asians in your class. Try not to think about who the half is. Announce to your mother that you want to get in touch with your heritage: make it a going-to-college resolution. She will be delighted. “Kenz,” she will say, “Oh Kenz, I’m so proud.” She has wanted this since you were an infant, since she carried you off the Beijing–Detroit flight swaddled in a Minnie Mouse blanket. She has taken you to a Chinese restaurant on your birthday every year; she has always bought you panda teddy bears, the Asian Barbie. Your mother will kiss you, her eyes glossy with tears.

Don’t bring up the difficulties of learning to be Chinese in the middle of Michigan. Don’t remind her that except for the waiters at The Pearl of the Orient, you have never met another Chinese person. Don’t tell her you have no idea where to begin.
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Change Chinese to Mongolian in this text

How to Be Chinese
Celeste Ng

Take pleasure in the surprise on people’s faces when you say, “My name is Mackenzie Altman.” When they ask, explain that yes, your mother adopted you from China; no, you don’t know your birth parents; no, you don’t speak the language. Smile politely when they say you have no accent.

At eighteen, accept a place at a small liberal arts school in Ohio, four hours away, just over the state border. According to the website, the incoming freshman class is 450. Its average Asian population is three percent. Do the math: thirteen and a half Asians in your class. Try not to think about who the half is. Announce to your mother that you want to get in touch with your heritage: make it a going-to-college resolution. She will be delighted. “Kenz,” she will say, “Oh Kenz, I’m so proud.” She has wanted this since you were an infant, since she carried you off the Beijing–Detroit flight swaddled in a Minnie Mouse blanket. She has taken you to a Chinese restaurant on your birthday every year; she has always bought you panda teddy bears, the Asian Barbie. Your mother will kiss you, her eyes glossy with tears.

Don’t bring up the difficulties of learning to be Chinese in the middle of Michigan. Don’t remind her that except for the waiters at The Pearl of the Orient, you have never met another Chinese person. Don’t tell her you have no idea where to begin.
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How to Be Mongolian

Embrace the curiosity in people's eyes when you introduce yourself as "Mackenzie Altman." When they inquire, share that your mother adopted you from Mongolia, that you have no knowledge of your birth parents, and that you are not fluent in the Mongolian language. Graciously accept their remarks about your accent.

Upon turning eighteen, secure a spot at a small liberal arts college in Ohio, just beyond the state border, around four hours away. Research reveals that the incoming freshman class consists of 450 students, with an average Mongolian population of three percent. Perform the calculations: approximately thirteen Mongolian students in your class. Avoid dwelling on who the remaining half might be. Inform your mother of your desire to connect with your Mongolian heritage as a resolution for your college journey. Her joy will be palpable. "Kenz," she will exclaim, "Oh Kenz, I'm so proud." Since you were an infant, since she cradled you upon disembarking from the Mongolia-Ohio flight, swathed in a cozy blanket, she has yearned for this moment. Every year on your birthday, she has taken you to a Mongolian restaurant; she has consistently gifted you with teddy bears resembling pandas, and the Mongolian version of Barbie. Her eyes will shimmer with tears as she presses a kiss against your cheek.

Avoid discussing the challenges you might encounter while embracing your Mongolian identity in the midst of Michigan. Refrain from reminding her that, apart from the servers at the Mongolian BBQ Buffet, you have never crossed paths with another Mongolian individual. Keep your uncertainty about where to begin this journey to yourself.
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Change Chinese to Mongolian in this text

How to Be Chinese
Celeste Ng

Take pleasure in the surprise on people’s faces when you say, “My name is Mackenzie Altman.” When they ask, explain that yes, your mother adopted you from China; no, you don’t know your birth parents; no, you don’t speak the language. Smile politely when they say you have no accent.

At eighteen, accept a place at a small liberal arts school in Ohio, four hours away, just over the state border. According to the website, the incoming freshman class is 450. Its average Asian population is three percent. Do the math: thirteen and a half Asians in your class. Try not to think about who the half is. Announce to your mother that you want to get in touch with your heritage: make it a going-to-college resolution. She will be delighted. “Kenz,” she will say, “Oh Kenz, I’m so proud.” She has wanted this since you were an infant, since she carried you off the Beijing–Detroit flight swaddled in a Minnie Mouse blanket. She has taken you to a Chinese restaurant on your birthday every year; she has always bought you panda teddy bears, the Asian Barbie. Your mother will kiss you, her eyes glossy with tears.

Don’t bring up the difficulties of learning to be Chinese in the middle of Michigan. Don’t remind her that except for the waiters at The Pearl of the Orient, you have never met another Chinese person. Don’t tell her you have no idea where to begin.</s>
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How to Be Mongolian

Embrace the curiosity in people's eyes when you introduce yourself as "Mackenzie Altman." When they inquire, share that your mother adopted you from Mongolia, that you have no knowledge of your birth parents, and that you are not fluent in the Mongolian language. Graciously accept their remarks about your accent.

Upon turning eighteen, secure a spot at a small liberal arts college in Ohio, just beyond the state border, around four hours away. Research reveals that the incoming freshman class consists of 450 students, with an average Mongolian population of three percent. Perform the calculations: approximately thirteen Mongolian students in your class. Avoid dwelling on who the remaining half might be. Inform your mother of your desire to connect with your Mongolian heritage as a resolution for your college journey. Her joy will be palpable. "Kenz," she will exclaim, "Oh Kenz, I'm so proud." Since you were an infant, since she cradled you upon disembarking from the Mongolia-Ohio flight, swathed in a cozy blanket, she has yearned for this moment. Every year on your birthday, she has taken you to a Mongolian restaurant; she has consistently gifted you with teddy bears resembling pandas, and the Mongolian version of Barbie. Her eyes will shimmer with tears as she presses a kiss against your cheek.

Avoid discussing the challenges you might encounter while embracing your Mongolian identity in the midst of Michigan. Refrain from reminding her that, apart from the servers at the Mongolian BBQ Buffet, you have never crossed paths with another Mongolian individual. Keep your uncertainty about where to begin this journey to yourself.</s>
