No matter how long I live in this country, people never cease to come up with unexpected questions about my origins.
At Kohl’s, the cashier made the obligatory remark about my accent.
“I’m from Ukraine,” I said.
“Military?” she asked, throwing me off completely.
I doubt she was wondering if I’m a member of Ukraine’s armed forces. But what then? That I’m a “native” wife of an American soldier stationed in Ukraine? There are none, though.
So strange.

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