That was what we did every day. And just about every day, people called us rats. Every time they did, we tuned them out and pretended not to hear. I don’t know what was worse, being spit on and pushed away, or being totally ignored. If someone spit on us, at least they saw us, and that was confirmation of our existence. Being totally ignored was like not existing at all, as if you weren’t a human among other humans.
