“Unraveling the Secrets of ‘Traditions of a Mutt’: What Your Dog’s Mixed Breed Can Teach You About Love and Loyalty”
My older sister took pride in her skin. Growing up in a community of only a thousand people, she and my older brother appeared to be the minority. And she loved it. She would pull her hair taut into a slick bun, and suddenly she was Mexican passing. Other days, it was just a few minutes in the sun with oil and she would be the darkest girl in town. Or at least, that’s how it felt.
“You can’t have this,” she would say, holding up a greasy bottle of baby oil. “You’ll just burn.” She never missed an opportunity to let my twin sister and I know we were pale. To her, pale was ugly. She needed to let us know she was superior.
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