I grew up in Victoria, Canada as a shy and curious Chinese kid. I immigrated from Hong Kong when I was 5 without the slightest bit of English. On my first day in Kindergarten, I needed to use the bathroom but I didn’t know how to ask – so I held it in. After a few agonizing hours, as my insides were seconds away from reaching supernova, I jumped up and screamed, “ARE YOU A TOILET?” The other kids fell over cackling and, when I realized my error, I experienced two life-defining epiphanies: I’m funny and I don’t know where I belong. At 5 years old, I understood that I was a child of two cultures but I didn’t fully fit into either. Lost, I observed other Chinese kids around me and…