I remember aching to be white for the first time in sixth grade. I walked through the hallway, clutching my English teacher’s hall pass on the way to the bathroom, when I noticed the long, straight brown hair of the girl walking in front of me.

I remember aching to be white for the first time in sixth grade. I walked through the hallway, clutching my English teacher’s hall pass on the way to the bathroom, when I noticed the long, straight brown hair of the girl walking in front of me.