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I didn’t know what it meant to be Métis or Indigenous when I was a kid. But I wonder if I would have felt different if I had been granted more pigmentation. Would I have been braver, more able to include myself in the Indigenous community if I didn’t have to explain myself? What if they could see into my memories? Would the bruises, house evictions, empty bottles, and bowls of discount Kraft dinner be enough to be “one of them”?
“These are the twins,” Damara would say, introducing us to her friends who would stop by the house to visit while she babysat us.
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