Who am I? ... Where do I belong?

I am from an Asian descent, born and raised in Quebec; I have always find the topic of cultural identity and the place of immigrants in the society as very sensitive and a source of heated debate (especially between my father and myself).
Both my father and mother were born in Madagascar, a large island near the south of Africa in the Indian sea. From my father's side, my grand-parents were both born in Madagascar but their own parents originated from the Mainland China. On the other hand, my grand-parents were both born in China and landed in Madagascar when they were very young. My mother and father met and got married in Canada.

I highlighted in yellow the 3 countries that my family immigrated through

It seems like we are a big family of travellers, however, we somehow were able to keep our Asian cultural background intact. My first language was Cantonese and do still talk Canto (but only with my grand-mother). Unfortunately, I feel that we are slowly losing our mother language as the generation goes by... for instance, my brother did not learn Cantonese and do not understand a word of it, and myself, my Chinese is slowly deteriorating since I do not have the opportunity to practice it as often as I would like.
When I was younger, I wanted to be accepted by my Quebecor classmates. It was during high school that I realize that my cultural beliefs were very divergent from my Quebecor classmates. I remember the girls talking about the latest episode Occupation Double or Star Academy; the boys would talk about the last hockey game. I hated hockey (and still do), hockey players are paid millions just to onto the ice and try to win games; doctors, on the other side, are earning so much less and are actually saving lives everyday!
Then, there was an "Asian" clique as well. However, I still did not feel part of their group because they were just "too Asian". I lost most of my Chinese vocabulary and can only speak a few simple words. I could not participate into their conversation... Even if we share the same values and the same likings, I knew that I was too "white-washed" for their group.

I recall a saying that my father shared with me: "We live here in Quebec and we speak French, but Quebecers will never see us as part of their inner group. If we go back in China, even if we look similar, they will see us as outsiders. We do not have a homeland."
In the past, this statement was perfectly describing my feelings; I did not belong to the Chinese community, or the Malagasy community, or the Quebecor community. I never entirely fitted the conventional characteristics for those groups.
As I grew up and met new people, I soon realized that a lot of people (not only myself) did not relate to those stereotypes. I began to see one's culture as a patchwork of life experiences and a multitude of cultural beliefs that you accumulated over the years. Culture now is not a confined category that you have to conform to; it is instead a free flowing and ever-changing part of one's self.

I do not need to be only Chinese or only Quebecor. Some parts of myself originated from China, and some others are from Quebec. Everyone of those pieces having its own history and life experiences, which in end, create this unique human being.

I am unique in my own way