After a year, Alonzo and I are mature enough to stroll to class together without Anne. Yet, while we dress the same, truly we are different. Alonzo has the thick wavy hair, heart-formed face, and milder highlights of my mom, while I have acquired my dad's straight dull hair, an oval face, hooded eyes, and high cheekbones. I additionally have the Old Man's thick lower lip and underneath it a scar that makes it much thicker, because of having fallen face-first onto a clearing chunk at three years old. The effect crushed my lower teeth straight through the skin under the lip, requiring two fastens at the medical clinic.
The general impact is of ambiguously Asian highlights, which mark me out as an outsider, an object of disdain and misuse. I'm insulted and derided as a c***k or Jap or Ching-
