“Unveiling Resilience: How Monika Dutt’s ‘My Rock’ Transforms Heartbreak into Strength”
“I’m Kail. Rhinoceros.” You don’t say why you chose rhinoceros, and she doesn’t push you, perhaps knowing three words at this point is a victory.
Soon it is time for all of you to go to your cabin. Your blue backpack is large and bulky against your frame. You look brittle. Breakable. The red bucket hat you borrowed from Balan shades your face, overpowering it. I’m so used to seeing you confident, looking older than your age. Now you look tiny, like you are shrinking, being absorbed into the ground. I look around and see that you are the only clearly racialized person, your blackness stark against the surrounding whiteness.
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