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Born in America, I spoke English, not Chinese, the language of my ancestors. When I was three, my parents flashed cards with Chinese 1 at my face, but I pushed them 2 , my mom believed I would learn 3 I was ready. But the 4 never came.
On a Chinese New Year’s Eve, my uncle spoke to me in Chinese, but all I could do was 5 at him, confused, scratching my head. "Still can’t speak Chinese" He 6 me, "You can’t even buy a fish in Chinatown. "
"Hey,this is America, not Chinese. I’ll get some 7 with or without Chinese. " I replied and turned to my mom for 8 .
"Remember to ask for fresh fish, Xin Xian Yu," she said, handing over a $20 bill. I 9 the words running downstairs into the streets of Chinatown.
I found the fish 10 surrounded in a sea of customers. "I’d like to buy some fresh fish," I shout to the fishman. But he 11 my English words and turned to serve the next customer. The laugh of the people behind increased 12 their impatience. Withevery 13 , the breath of the dragons (龙)on my back grew stronger—my blood boiling— 14 me to cry out. "Xian ShengYu, please Very Xian Sheng," I repeated. The crowd erupted into laughter. My face turned 15 and I ran back home 16 , except for the $20 bill I held tightly in my pocket.
Should I laugh or cry They’re Chinese. I should feel right at 17 . Instead, I was the joke, a disgrace (丢脸) to the language.
Sometimes, I laugh at my fish 18 , but in the end, the joke is on 19 . Every laugh is a culture 20 ; every laugh is my heritage (传统) fading away.

A.thrown
B.lost
C.divided
D.reflected
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