 It overwhelms me with sadness to admit it … for he is of my own origin , my own race , as you know . But when I look into his eyes I discover that a gulf like the heaving Pacific lies between us . Why ? Because he , though among Caucasians many more years than I , still remains Chinese . As Chinese to @-@ day as in the first moon of his existence . While I – I bear the brand – the label – Americanized .... I traveled with the current .... I was ambitious . I sought success . For what I have won , I paid the price . Am I an American ? No . Am I , then , a Chinese ? Not in the eyes of Ah Sing . 
