Dad probably had no idea of how often his wife was crying alone, unable to turn to him, for whatever reason. Perhaps she blamed him, for she said once that she’d left the final decision regarding the classification to him. She knew she’d pass the pencil test, being fairer with beautiful glossy straight hair. It was Dad with his flat nose, yellow skin, and frizzy hair that would have the bigger issues. My mom hinted at a story about my dad forging birth certificates and papers. I reasoned, how could he be a good man? And what of my mom? We also had to accept that she was not innocent. I was no longer a blank page. My page already had a heading on it: Secret Shame.
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