She shakes her head. “Salma Aunty spent her whole life trying to escape her past. And her past still came and took him. I don’t blame her at all for escaping this damn city. People like us? We can’t ever, ever win here. They own it all. They will never let us forget that.” Somehow, I know she’s including me and Gracie when she says people like us. She means us—newcomers, immigrants, and the children of immigrants.
