Carmen Rita Wong

You just got to the emergency room. They had just tried to change her into a gown and they could see all the tumors everywhere, all over her body.

So when he called me, I was pretty shocked. I automatically was like, something's wrong. I was like, what's going on? Are you okay? And he said, I need you to come visit me. He wouldn't tell me, but I knew it was serious. So she made the trip to see him. And we're at the kitchen table and he says to me, I gotta tell you, Poppy's not your father. Every cell in my body was just angry.

So when he called me, I was pretty shocked. I automatically was like, something's wrong. I was like, what's going on? Are you okay? And he said, I need you to come visit me. He wouldn't tell me, but I knew it was serious. So she made the trip to see him. And we're at the kitchen table and he says to me, I gotta tell you, Poppy's not your father. Every cell in my body was just angry.

So when he called me, I was pretty shocked. I automatically was like, something's wrong. I was like, what's going on? Are you okay? And he said, I need you to come visit me. He wouldn't tell me, but I knew it was serious. So she made the trip to see him. And we're at the kitchen table and he says to me, I gotta tell you, Poppy's not your father. Every cell in my body was just angry.

I said, okay, who is? And I knew what he was going to say, but I wanted to hear him say it. And he said, I am. I burst into tears, burning angry tears. Could not stop crying.

I said, okay, who is? And I knew what he was going to say, but I wanted to hear him say it. And he said, I am. I burst into tears, burning angry tears. Could not stop crying.

I said, okay, who is? And I knew what he was going to say, but I wanted to hear him say it. And he said, I am. I burst into tears, burning angry tears. Could not stop crying.

So I'm 30 years old and I'm hearing for the first time that my parents, the first people you're supposed to trust in the world, the first people that you're supposed to learn what trust is, lied to me. I was so angry, especially since I had begged so hard to be part of this family. And then there was this. This whole idea of how Marty was not allowed to financially support me.

So I'm 30 years old and I'm hearing for the first time that my parents, the first people you're supposed to trust in the world, the first people that you're supposed to learn what trust is, lied to me. I was so angry, especially since I had begged so hard to be part of this family. And then there was this. This whole idea of how Marty was not allowed to financially support me.

So I'm 30 years old and I'm hearing for the first time that my parents, the first people you're supposed to trust in the world, the first people that you're supposed to learn what trust is, lied to me. I was so angry, especially since I had begged so hard to be part of this family. And then there was this. This whole idea of how Marty was not allowed to financially support me.

My sisters didn't have to struggle so much. They were taken care of financially, but I was left to flail. What was that all about? So you're saying now I'm yours, but you didn't take care of me. You didn't, you know, I had no safety net. Where were you?

My sisters didn't have to struggle so much. They were taken care of financially, but I was left to flail. What was that all about? So you're saying now I'm yours, but you didn't take care of me. You didn't, you know, I had no safety net. Where were you?

My sisters didn't have to struggle so much. They were taken care of financially, but I was left to flail. What was that all about? So you're saying now I'm yours, but you didn't take care of me. You didn't, you know, I had no safety net. Where were you?

When I got back to New York, my apartment was decorated with this wonderful framed Chinese silk screen print that I had gotten in Chinatown.

When I got back to New York, my apartment was decorated with this wonderful framed Chinese silk screen print that I had gotten in Chinatown.

When I got back to New York, my apartment was decorated with this wonderful framed Chinese silk screen print that I had gotten in Chinatown.

Was I Chinese anymore?

Was I Chinese anymore?

Was I Chinese anymore?

How do I feel authentic as a human being? Like if your whole story is a lie, how do you feel authentic as a person?