Whenever someone refers to me as someone "who happens to be black," I wonder if they realize that both my parents are black. If I had turned out to be Scandinavian or Chinese, people would have wondered what was going on.
I am pure Filipino; both my parents are Filipino.
I must have got my detailed, obsessive streak from my father, who was an English teacher, because my mother wasn't like me at all.
Actually, the reason I look like this is because my father was from Sweden and my mother was Elton John.
My parents hail from a village near Mysore.
I was raised in Maryland. My mom was born in London, and my dad was born in Chattanooga, Tennessee.
My father is Swedish and my mother is French.
I've got a lot of traits from my dad's side.
My hairstyle is not common in India, where my parents come from.
I was born on 7 September 1917 at Sydney in Australia. My father was English-born and a graduate of Oxford; my mother, born Hilda Eipper, was descended from a German minister of religion who settled in New South Wales in 1832. I was the second of four children.
Competing in my first Olympics in the country where my parents came from is pretty insane. I'm feeling nothing but excitement.
My mother and father were born and raised in Pakistan, where religion is entrenched in the culture and the culture is explicitly unyielding.
My mum is West African, from Senegal; my dad is from Grenada. There was a huge controversy about them getting together.
Children rarely want to know who their parents were before they were parents, and when age finally stirs their curiosity, there is no parent left to tell them.
I was born on September, 20, 1948, to Nanabhai Bhatt, a Hindu, and Shirin Mohammed Ali, a Muslim. I was born after three daughters and followed by a daughter and son.
I take after my mother more than my father in terms of personality. My mother's a worrier, and I'm a worrier. Both were very good with numbers and mathematics, so I kind of got that from both of them.
I cannot help reflecting that if my father had been American and my mother British instead of the other way around, I might have gotten here on my own.
I do want to be a mother. I like the idea of passing on what my mother passed on to me.
My father was born and raised in Sierra Leone, and my mom was from Bermuda.
My children are English, and both of their mothers were English.
My mother is French, my father is Texan.
My dad, he was my role model - my mom died when I was three - and the way we honor our parents is remembering their heritage.
I must have good genes from my parents because I feel no slowdown of energy, enthusiasm or even memory.
My parents have influenced my fashion choices. I inherited many of their older garments, and I like their style. I love my mother's elegant and dramatic couture dresses and the feeling for colour my father has.
I was very fortunate in my gene mix. The gambling instincts I inherited from my father were matched by my mother's gift for analysis.
