I have the sudden urge to stretch my spine, as if every part of my body feels cramped and constricted. I feel protective of my new sisters. I don’t want Mom to talk about them. Especially not to Uncle Max. “I’ve seen a picture of them. They’re cute.” She raises her brow. “Except one of them does have your dad’s nose. Your grandma’s nose, I should say. Just like you.” Mom glances at me. It’s definitely not a compliment. She’s talking about my wide, round Asian nose. The one she doesn’t have. The one that isn’t as pretty as hers. Uncle Max laughs—like, really laughs—as if having my dad’s nose is
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