Panic seized me. The words were so open and exposed. My story looked like a belly button. I immediately wanted to cover it. Then I remembered something. The itching and wriggling, like a spider was crawling underneath my skin—I’d seen it somewhere before. Where had I seen it? Oh, yes, I remember. It was on Uncle Zhang’s face when he told us he was a modern slave. It was on Hank’s face too when he finally opened up to me about why nobody wanted to hire him. And look what happened! Their lives changed. If I wanted my life to change, I too needed to get past the itchy, wriggly feeling.
