“Unraveling the Secrets of ‘Traditions of a Mutt’: What Your Dog’s Mixed Breed Can Teach You About Love and Loyalty”
“I’m Métis.”
Which is then followed by the most predictable and repeated lines of my life.
“What. No, you’re not.”
“I am.”
“But you’re so pale.” My older sister’s voice then echoes in my memories. “You’re so pale.”
Over and over again, like a hamster on a wheel. Sometimes it’s mixed up with a “No, I know Brady and Damara, you look nothing like them.” Or sometimes, just a simple “Really?”
Prior to my Métis card abandoning me, I would pull it out and let the disbelievers inspect it. Some days, I am patient. Some days, I am not. Are they right? Am I the fraud that they’re implying? The wheel is turning, but I’m the one moving my legs.
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