Answering “where are you really from?” for the hundredth time doesn’t make you any less from here.

Asked over and over, that question carries a quiet assumption inside it: that some more authentic answer exists than the one you gave. Your answer was already correct. Being asked for the hundredth time is tiring, and it changes nothing about where you live, who raised you or which place shaped you. What it reveals is the limits of whoever is asking.

Keep whichever answer you prefer, including the short one. You can be bored by it and still be polite, or let the pause sit there. Nobody is owed your family history on demand.